On the very day his confession was accepted, a fire broke out. He risked his life to save the girl who had just become his girlfriend, only to collapse in the flames himself.
If this is supposed to make it up to me, then at least let me be the protagonist in this gal game and conquer all kinds of girls, okay?
Compared to being controlled by a player and having a life I can't live as I choose, maybe I could even give up the little buddy who's been with me for nearly twenty years... right?
Just... don't turn me into a character players will reload their saves countless times to conquer.
But... is it really that simple?
Sometimes life is like a game: you have to grind monsters and level up. Sometimes it's nothing like a game, because... no algorithm can predict what will happen next.
