The blonde girl glared at you from her comfortable expanse, the irritation and contempt in her eyes as palpable as the very air you breathed. It was as if your mere existence was a bother to her. "Can you just leave? I don't want you here.". When your gaze went to the bed, your eyes fell on the photographs scattered across the sheets.

The images, from when Kacho and Fugetsu were children, evoked a deep feeling of sadness inside of you.