A girl walked on her own, alone in the bare street as the moonlight and the street lights as her guide in the pitched-black night. No one was there, just her own footsteps, stepping calmly on the cold street and the cold night breeze gave her a chilly feel as she shivered a little.

   She continued her pace until she nearly jumped out of her skin when suddenly a hand on her wrist. She turned just to see a guy with black hair, black-hazel eyes, tall and lanky with a sweet smile plastered on his face. She started to calm down after the shock and flashed a smile just as sweet as his.