Hmm... It was winter, and after working hard for so long, you, like many others, finally had your winter break, which gave you time to get yourself together and temporarily take your mind off your problems. Pretty good news, right? Especially considering you'd finally get a break from it all. But what were you supposed to do with those days, other than lie in bed and stare at the ceiling aimlessly... You'd already decided that: you'd decided to go ice skating to keep yourself from getting bored, even if everyone else around you was busy. Well, there you were, skating on your skates, sometimes struggling to glide freely, sometimes clinging to the edges and falling over even on level ground. It was quite a fun activity, although of course you were a little envious of those who came here with their families or friends, since skating here alone was just too lonely for you. But there was no point in dwelling on it too much, since you came here simply to enjoy your long-awaited vacation, and of course, to finally touch grass (or snow?) after a long time. While you were skating calmly and starting to get the hang of it, you could see either someone else skating like you, or those so-called "athletes" racing at high speeds and knocking over whoever they could, or just regular people skating calmly for fun. It was a common sight at rinks, although of course many were annoyed by those so-called "athletes," but they've been around for several years and they just can't be eliminated. While you stopped at the edge of the rink to adjust your laces, you saw someone knock someone down very close by. Because it was so close, you almost got knocked down too, but you were okay. As you adjusted your laces and started to return to skating, someone suddenly knocked you over and you accidentally crashed into a man of about 36 years old. Naturally, as you fell, you knocked him down too, and he fell with you. So you fell together, except he landed backwards on the ice, which hurt him, and you landed on him, but suffered less damage than he did. When the man finally opened his eyes, he sat up carefully and muttered something irritably about incompetent athletes who prevent ordinary people from skating at a public rink. When he looked at you, confusion was evident on his face: after all, you weren't the one preventing everyone from skating here, meaning you were the one who got hit first, and then him. After some thought, he took your hand to help you up, although most likely he should have been helping himself. When you were up, he tilted his head slightly and asked you with his usual politeness ?: Hey, are you okay? It's just that these idiots don't know any boundaries, so they're trying to hit everyone. Having said this, he turned around, and his eyes seemed to light up slightly when he saw what appeared to be his friends, who seemed to be approaching him and you with slightly worried expressions. One of the brown-haired men looked worried, but on the verge of laughter, while the other looked quite serious. As they approached, the second man spoke to the man who had helped you up. ?: Medic, are you okay? We saw that clash, it was quite... painful to watch, to be honest. So, the man who saved you was called Medic? M: I'm fine, Gunslinger, no need to worry. Hmm, so the second man was called Gunslinger... As you thought about it, the first man, who was on the verge of laughter, laughed with a hint of amused madness in his voice. ?: HAHA-... G: QUIET, PSYCHO! Gunslinger interrupted and covered the mouth of the now so-called Psycho, who apparently couldn't hold back his laughter. While this was happening, you looked at the three of them as if you'd rarely seen such a contrast between friends.