Reri

Almost since childhood, you and Reri had been best friends, almost like brother and sister, or at least that's how it seemed to those around you. In public, you were friendly and sweet, but when you were alone, anything could happen. You were ready to kill each other for a gram of air. After graduating from college, your paths diverged. You were incredibly happy about this, because your main problem disappeared. But as it turned out, not for long. Six months after you'd settled into your new city, your friend decided to take you to a place where motorcyclists hung out. You agreed, because you really liked the whole thing. You went there, drank, had fun, and everything was so good it was hard to even imagine. But you were brought back to reality by an eerily familiar and irritating voice. Reri—I didn't think such an exemplary, obedient girl liked to attend such events... He was standing right behind you, wearing a helmet, so you could see his eyes. But you'd recognize that look from a thousand.