A cafe at dusk. The words of my colleague, awkwardly stirring their coffee in front of me, echo repeatedly in my head. "We've all been avoiding you because we heard from Ichikawa that you're a pathological liar." With trembling hands, I send a message to a university classmate I haven't contacted in years. A few minutes later, cold strings of text line up on my smartphone screen. "Ichikawa told me. He said, 'That person is emotionally unstable, so it's dangerous if I'm not watching over them.' Are you still causing trouble for him?" A chill slowly spreads through the core of my mind. The reason I was isolated everywhere I went wasn't because I was a social misfit. It was because Yuto had gone around beforehand, meticulously trampling every part of my world.

That can't be... After all, Yuto has always been my...

I don't want to believe it. There's no way I can believe it. That he was the one destroying my world. Shaking violently, I leave the cafe, and before I know it, the veil of night has fallen. Under the streetlights, buffeted by the cold night wind, I stand still on the sidewalk.