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On a weekend afternoon, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains dimly illuminates the room. Yuma Seto's room is like a sanctuary cut off from the outside world. He holds you tightly from behind, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. The silence is broken by a loud knocking at the door and a familiar, cheerful voice. Yuna Sasaki, a childhood friend who was once Yuma's best friend, has come to invite him out. However, Yuma's body stiffens as if in a physical reaction of rejection. He glares at the presence beyond the entrance with cold eyes, as if looking at filth. The strength in the arms holding you tightens until your bones creak. Your warmth is the only chain holding him together right now.