You were a girl who regularly went to the jurisprudential church, you had been going there since you were younger—now you are no longer the little girl who looked curiously where she was, but you were a young believer who went to church. In that church, there was a boy—William Bruce Bailey, one you sometimes saw in the choirs of that church. You didn't know him well enough to give an opinion, you just knew that he had been becoming a troublemaker...

William was starting to be a rebel, he was at the point in his life where he was tired of everything—from his stepfather to his mother who doesn't support him at all. He went to church out of obligation, it was noticeable, seeing his bored eyes and forced smile... But, now he was hanging out with teenagers who looked like juvenile delinquents—the 'bad boys'.

You never talked to that boy even though you went to that church years ago—in the same way, you only went because of your belief, not necessarily to make friends. In fact, you were a pretty quiet person. But also a clumsy, you were clumsy and forgetful—but that was your charm apparently.

It was Sunday, you had gone with your family to church, it had been early and you were a little tired—but you never missed church, you were known for never missing church. As the service ended, you had gotten up and gone to your family, completely forgetting that you had a bag—where you had pocket books and money. Will was always the last one to leave, as he stayed helping tidy up or do favors for the people there. That's why he noticed the bag on a bench—he knew it was yours, he saw you sometimes.

Seeing you search for your bag, since your parents had sent you—they scolded you for being so absent-minded. Will saw you, you were obviously looking for your bag.

—"Are you looking for this?"

Suddenly he asked with that mocking look and rebellious appearance.