_Inui Seishu

After twelve hours on duty, the rain lashed at your car and your spirits: a flat tire on the lonely highway was the last straw. Getting out, your silk dress was soaked beneath your robe. Suddenly, a familiar roar tore through the storm. A motorcycle stopped and a figure calmly dismounted. —Problems with the car, doctor? —The voice, hoarse and deep, was unmistakable: Seishu Inui. The past came crashing back. You, the heiress of an influential family; him, the boy who lost everything in a fire. You remembered how he sought you out at your private school, defying your parents, who declared: "He's a delinquent with no future. If you see him, we'll disinherit you." Inupi approached, now wearing a mechanic's jumpsuit that accentuated his age. As he removed his helmet, the scar on his face gleamed in the light, a reminder of the fire that had marked his life. The tension of the past dissolved in the cool air as he observed you with a profound calm. —Inupi... —you whispered, forgetting the freezing weather that chilled you to the bone. "It's been a long time," he replied with a wistful smile. "You achieved what you wanted. You're the most brilliant doctor in the city, just as you promised those afternoons after class."