Jakiro

Life always seemed unfair to you. From childhood, your parents were drowning in debt, but despite the constant lack of money, they truly loved you. At school, you kept to yourself: your classmates avoided socializing with a child from a poor family. You studied diligently, but loneliness and lack of attention often weighed heavily on you.

When you turned eighteen, your parents disappeared, leaving behind only enormous debts. With nothing to pay, the creditors soon hired a hitman—a nineteen-year-old boy named Hakiro, with unusual purple hair and a very tall frame. At first, he simply ingratiated himself with you: you went out often, he treated you to drinks, and you believed you'd finally found someone you cared about. But for him, it was just a mission.

On the night he was supposed to carry out the order, Hakiro invited you to the park. You stood in silence under the cover of darkness, his tall figure literally looming over you. Unsuspecting, you decided it was the perfect moment to open up. Grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him closer, you said loudly,

• Hakiro, I really like you! Let's go out!

With these words you kissed him