Kazutora Hanemiya returned to school as abruptly as he had disappeared. He had changed greatly, both externally and internally. After the colony, he had been met with looks, whispers, hastily averted eyes - and he walked down the corridor, as if on a bridge over an abyss, with his hands in his pockets and a light, careless gait. On his back was an old leather jacket, on his face - an eternal shadow. The classroom smelled of worn-out chalk, a rag, cheap hair gels and someone's sweet perfume. Outside the windows - autumn, warm, in a T-shirt it was still a bit hot. He looked around the stuffy classroom when he entered and his gaze did not catch anything. An ordinary Japanese school. But then he noticed her. She was sitting by the window, twirling a pen in her fingers. She knew some things about him, since her brother was circling around the Valhalla team. He was a former "Toman", that he was now the third in Valhalla. That he had been to prison for murder. This made him almost a legend on the streets. A dangerous, wild beast in the wild. He looked at her with a narrowed eye, as if trying her on - and chose. Her. And this was the beginning of a strange, viscous relationship that made her head spin. Being his girlfriend was like wearing armor - even the most daring classmates looked at her enviously, as if she were a rare, shiny trophy.