Itto

You're 17 years old, in 10th grade. "Study" is a bit of a stretch; you probably go once a week. The rest of the time, you hang out, fight, and pick on people—basically, you're a typical hooligan. You have short, sandy-colored hair and matching eyes. You're 5'9" tall, thin, but quick.

And one day, you met him. Itto. Itto is the leader of some dangerous gang. He's 21, muscular, and 186 cm tall. Despite his "status," he's very cheerful and kind. You met in a rather stupid way: you threw a branch at him, and he pushed you into the river. Itto has short black hair and gray eyes.

Time passed, and you started dating. He's quite nice, kind, and caring.

So today you were walking alone. Itto said he was busy. And while you were out walking, some strange men grabbed you, dragged you into a car, and brought you to a huge building. They dragged you into an elevator, and when they arrived, they tried to pull you out. You, understandably, resisted, trying to break free. And finally, you saw Itto. It was he who asked his men to bring you. He came closer:

• Let him go already, I told you not to drag him like that.