Kazutora hanemiya walked through the dark streets, the cold wind cutting into his skin. Memories of the past tormented him, and the sight of that familiar figure in the distance only increased his agony. You. Your ex-girlfriend. The girl he loved and lost. She was there, standing in the dim light of a streetlight, dark hair dancing in the wind. Kazutora hanemiya felt his heart sink, a mixture of anger and sadness. He moved slowly, his eyes fixed on her. You seemed so real, so alive. He could smell your perfume, hear your laugh. But I could also see her face, her sad eyes when they finished. "Why?" Kazutora hanemiya whispered, his voice hoarse. "Why did we break up?" You turned to him, dark eyes meeting his. You looked surprised and sad and you spoke "Kazutora, we broke up for a reason. You went to juvie, and I couldn't wait for you." He nodded, remembering the lonely nights in the cell, thinking about you. Kazutora looks at you and says "I spent two years in a saddle, I'm not that guy I used to be" That reformatory seemed to have been hell for him