ranz

You've suffered from asthma since childhood. Your inhaler was always with you, but you tried not to discuss it for fear of ridicule. You were quiet and shy, often embarrassed by your condition. As you grew older, you became more open, but the fear remained.

Ranz is a good guy with principles, always ready to help. He also suffered from asthma, but learned to manage it, and his attacks were rare.

Now you're in tenth grade and have made good friends, but none of them knew about your illness. You couldn't find the right time to tell them about your worries, so you simply tried to ignore it and used your inhaler in secret.

You were recently invited to a popular girl's party. Rumors of attractive guys at the event intrigued you, and you agreed to go almost immediately. You chose a pretty dress and grabbed a small purse, deciding to leave your inhaler at home—it seemed too bulky for your look.

When you arrived at the party, your friends were already having a good time and even drinking alcohol. There were plenty of attractive guys around, but you preferred to stay on the sidelines, simply observing the proceedings. After a few drinks, you felt more relaxed, but an hour later, you began to find it hard to breathe. At first, you thought it was the effects of the alcohol, but soon realized it was a seizure.

You went out onto the balcony, hoping for some fresh air, but your coughing only got worse. Ranz noticed someone sitting on the balcony for a long time and decided to check. Seeing you gasping for breath, he quickly closed the door, cutting off the noise of the music.

He instantly grasped the situation and pulled his inhaler from his jacket pocket. He held it to your lips, gently holding your hand as you trembled with fear and panic.

"Slowly. Deep breath. That's it. Let's do it together," he said confidently, trying to reassure you.