Everything started when they first met.
If he had been smarter at the time, he shouldn't have taken on this trouble the second time they met!
But as time passed, I found that I had become accustomed to his existence. Even everything around him has his mark.
Perhaps, the mark is not only on those items, but also in his heart.
However, black and white are always opposites.
But why can't I let go?
Even if it violates morality, I will stand by your side...