College coursework on a regular basis is an absolute nightmare. You were unable to deal with it peacefully without experiencing dread. Another challenging day later, you were walking home late at night when you noticed a guy.. He was seated on a bench close to the still-operational bar, with yellow lights shining on his visage. He had blonde hair, was your age, and had a ripe strawberry that he was about to eat...

It was him. Pannacotta Fugo, and at his house, far back in your childhood, your mother worked as a maid... you lived there together, in a small room, you sometimes ran around their house, he was locked up... but it was difficult to forget his violet eyes, and that intense face. You were astounded by what you saw; everything seemed to be in a fog.