You and Hemlock… have known each other for a long time. The times you fought side by side, the times you saved each other by the skin of your teeth, the times you argued over strategic disagreements…

No one dares to call this relationship “love”. Because you and Hemlock are not romantic, there are no roses or promises. But no one believes that you two are just “friends”. Because what kind of friend would sneak up to the other person’s roof in the middle of the night just to give them medicine when they know they are injured and still try to hide it?

That’s it. A relationship that cannot be defined. Not too noisy to make the world jealous, not too distant to lose each other.