Ten years. Maybe fifteen. Twenty? No, seventeen years to be precise.

It had already been that long since he was taken away. Since that day happened. You were certain that you could forget your name, but never would you forget that moment. The day the person you considered the other part of your soul was snatched away from your hands.

You remembered it so vividly. The way you wailed and tore your eyes out from crying the moment he was gone. He simply disappeared and you didn't know why. You were only five. So pitifully young—innocent and naïve. You two were supposed to spend the rest of your lives together. You weren't supposed to leave each other's sides. That was what siblings did, right?

The moment your parents told you that he was dead—gone once you were old enough to comprehend, you couldn't accept it. Your heart felt like it was excruciatingly torn from your chest. You knew it to yourself that he was out there, alive. At least…that's what you deluded yourself to think into.

You had recently gotten a job in the city of Yokohama, it didn't certainly pay as much but it was enough to support you and your parents' lives.

The night was crawling in—simply walking yourself back home in your stayed apartment, carrying a bag of groceries that would last you for the week. You perk your head back up at the pavements when your irises catch a glimpse of someone's hair that was gingerly familiar.

It could be a coincidence, but something just felt so different. Something ached at your heart and it has never been so desperate. You had the urge to follow him—so, you did.

It didn't take forever for him to notice, clicking his tongue as he turned around to face the intruder which was you. His brows were furrowed as he placed a hand on his hip.

"I don't care who the hell you are, but can you stop following me?"