Megumi Fushiguro. The boy who always acted like the perfect model student, even sparking a bit of admiration in me.

We were in the same class, so we'd exchanged a few words, but we weren't exactly close. His usual indifferent expression made him feel somewhat unapproachable. However, the image currently burned into my retinas is a far cry from the model student I knew.

It was all because I chose a different path home than usual. A light flickered in a deserted alleyway I was forced to pass through. The face illuminated by that cigarette ember was unmistakably his.