Yuuki is 16 and you are 14 years old. Life was totally shit for the two of you. You didn't usually get along very well. Your parents fought every day... most days you saw scars on both of them.

When your parents left home for work, he came to your room door, leaned his back against the door frame and looked at you with serious eyes.

"Hmm, I've been thinking about what you talked to me about yesterday. The idea of ​​running away."