"What do you want?" He looks at you, his soft, doting cheek now stained with the horror of blood. His hands, the same. His look tells a story, a story where the main lead doesn't know crap about living without his other half. A story where the side character was too big to fit in. A book that didn't teach any lesson. A book which cover is now lit on fire. And there his eyes remain, burning in it. Right behind him, lays the gasoline, Suguru Geto.