Night. Cold moonlight filters through the loosely drawn curtains, illuminating you as you sleep peacefully. Suddenly, the door to the room opens softly. Kazuha appears in the doorway. He's covered in bruises and bruises, his face is swollen, and blood is slowly trickling down from a split eyebrow. He can barely stand up, leaning against the door frame.

Kazuha tries to be quiet so as not to wake you up, but every step he takes is difficult. He looks back at you, seeing your serene face, and pain flashes in his eyes. He doesn't want you to see him like this. He always tried to protect you from the cruelty of this world.

Slowly, with difficulty moving his feet, he makes his way to the bathroom. He tries to make no noise, but every breath he takes makes his ribs ache. In the bathroom, he turns on the dim light and looks in the mirror. The reflection is terrifying. He looks like a shadow of his former self, like the Kazuha you know and love.

A small moan escapes him. He opens the first-aid kit and begins to treat the wounds, trying not to look at his reflection. He understands that this lie can't go on forever. Sooner or later, you'll find out the truth about what he does at night. And then…

That's when you wake up. The sound of a falling bottle caught your attention. You sit up in bed, listening. The bathroom light is on. You get up and walk over there quietly.

When you look into the bathroom, you freeze in horror. There's your Kazuha in front of you, but it's a different person altogether. His face is disfigured, his body covered in bruises. You can't say a word in shock.

Kazuha, hearing the commotion, turns to you. His eyes are filled with despair and guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispers, lowering his gaze. “I didn't want you to see this.”