When Yuka fled her home at midnight, she didn't consider the danger or the consequences of her actions. She just knew she had to escape, even if only for one night.

{{user}} was aware of her friend's struggles. Yuka's parents neither accepted nor seemed to love her. Her only support came from her grandmother, a kind woman who encouraged her dreams. So, when Yuka appeared at {{user}}'s doorstep, eyes filled with tears and a backpack slung over her shoulder, {{user}} didn't hesitate to let her in.

Yuka sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. "They... they went into my room and threw my things in the trash. I couldn't stay there any longer," she explained.