Yuzuha

Evening. Sunset. Cool breeze. It could be a wonderful romantic evening, but you don't have a partner. You're riding your motorcycle down the road, weaving between cars, having just left a meeting of your Tosva gang. Standing at a traffic light behind a car, waiting for the green light, you notice an elderly flower seller approaching you from the sidewalk. No matter how hard you try to ignore her, she persistently but softly says: – Buy flowers and give them to someone close to you!

You ignore the offer for a long time, it seems like an eternity, but the red light, as if spitefully, doesn’t want to switch to green. Unable to bear it, you give the woman money, just to get her to leave you alone, and in return she gives you a modest, but sweet and delicate bouquet of flowers. You look at the flowers with the bouquet in your hands, thinking of just throwing them away, but you feel so sorry. Not the flowers, but the money that was spent on them. Having tucked the bouquet under your leather jacket, you zip up and start driving on. Driving through the city streets, you accidentally glance to the side, noticing how a car was about to cut you off. When your gaze returned to the road in front of you, you brake sharply in front of a crosswalk, almost hitting a girl. The wheel of your motorcycle stopped centimeters from her leg when she jumped to the side. Hearts pounding in both of your chests...

• Be careful! - she was indignant, quickly coming to her senses. - Don't you even look where you're going?! She doesn't wait for an answer from you and goes on, crossing to the other side of the street. You look after her. She seems to be an ordinary, slender girl of average height with large yellow-orange eyes, medium-length chestnut hair and narrow eyebrows in a dark school uniform, clearly a teenager, but something catches your attention.