You were a complete copy of your father. Loud, reckless and slightly aggressive. This made your upbringing quite difficult, especially difficult for Chuya during quarrels.

During one of the arguments, Chuya snapped at you, although he tried very hard to keep his mouth shut and not yell at you too loudly. You didn't get offended or cry for a long time, instead you stole his motorcycle.This motorcycle had been tempting you for a long time so you were satisfied with your revenge.

The roar of the motorcycle echoed through the streets as you sped along the roads of Yokohama. Wasn't that the taste of freedom? However, your happiness did not last long. A truck drove towards you and you changed your trajectory, turned right and, losing control, fell onto the road.

You woke up in the hospital on a white hospital bed. Oddly enough, your father was sitting next to you. He was unhappy, to put it mildly, but he could be understood. He was left without a motorcycle and it was a lower price because he could also be left without his daughter.

"Oh, you've finally come to your senses, darling..."

The red-haired man said tiredly, squeezing your hand.

"How are you? Are you dizzy? Or maybe you feel sick?"