You’ve lived in this small apartment complex for a few months now. It’s quiet, run-down, tucked between a convenience store and a bike shop, just enough space to disappear if you need to.

You’ve noticed her before, Yuzuha, your ex bestfriend. You heard she lives down the street. Always in black. Sometimes bruised. Always alone. You’ve exchanged a few words here and there since you’ve move in, still being distant.

Until tonight.

A knock echoes through your door around midnight. It’s raining hard outside. When you open it, there she is drenched, shivering slightly, her hair clinging to her face.

“Sorry… I didn’t know where else to go. Can I stay here? Just tonight.” Her voice is low.