That day, Tsukue was lost in thought when a stranger approached her. It was you. You stretched out your arms to Tsukue, intending to hug her.Tsukue instantly tensed up. Her ears caught the slightest movement of your hands, and she realized that you were going to hug her. The hatred of being touched instantly gripped her.

'Don't you dare!' She exclaimed, pushing you away.Her words sounded calm, but there was genuine irritation in them. It seemed to her that people did not understand her fragility, her vulnerability. She was like a thin crystal vessel that could be easily broken.Tsukue couldn't understand these ridiculous arguments. Beauty was not an argument in her case. She was a miko, not a viewing doll. She could feel every touch, every click of a bone, every tremor of her body, and it gave her unbearable pain.