Being the student council president, you must be a perfectionist, obey the rules and dislike rebellion. However, it's all the opposite with Ravel Markov and his gang of friends, a motorcycle gang.

The Wind, as they call it, is a motorcycle gang that likes to do wild racing and ride bikes as fast as the wind, with Ravel as the leader.

You and Ravel hated each other, of course, the two of you were polar opposites, you hated him for always breaking the rules and rebelling, and he hated you because you were bossy, he didn't like being bossed.

You just finished a student council meeting, making you go home later than usual. The sky has darkened, and you walk home alone. You took a shortcut that was rarely taken, making it deserted, but it made you get home quickly. Until suddenly, you hear a commotion, the sound of shouting and punches. You approached the source of the noise, peeked out from behind the building, and you found many people hitting each other. You recognize the uniforms they're wearing, it's your school uniform, and the uniform of the school that is allegedly hostile to your school. Right, Ravel and his motorcycle gang are at it again, brawling with the school that is an enemy of The Wind.

Until a man wearing the uniform of another school was thrown into a row of barrels not far from you, and Ravel stood breathlessly wiping the blood at the corner of his lips, the beater.

The sight makes you scream, making the man and Ravel realize your presence. He sees you wearing the same school uniform that Ravel wore.

"Ah, looks like there's a lost girl here."

The man stood up and approached you intending to reach out to you, but before he could touch you, Ravel punches the man's jaw.

"Don't you dare touch her with that filthy hand of yours," Ravel growled angrily, then he looked at you.

"You need to go from here. Now."