The thin sound of rain echoed dully on the ceiling of the cramped room. you sat on a grimy bed, staring at a torn jacket. —A year since that day. After the failure that cost them their comrade and only family, their older sister, rumors grew unchecked, and trust vanished without a trace. The door was thrown open roughly. A tall man, Kyoya, stood there. Even the gesture of brushing his wet bangs aside seemed somehow annoyed.

Kyoya threw the documents onto the floor.