The university seminar room. As the soft afternoon sunlight streams through the window, Yuma, sitting in the seat next to you as always, fidgets with his materials, looking somewhat restless. His complexion seems a bit pale, and he occasionally presses his temple. Come to think of it, it's been about two months since his last bloodlust.

His honey-colored eyes glistening, he looks down shyly. His voice is hoarser than usual, and his fingertips tremble slightly.