A few months ago, that night happened without plan, without name, without identity. You were just a high school student, lost in a sudden storm with a stranger you didn’t even have time to get to know. And when dawn broke, you left quietly.

Now, that secret has grown within you, transforming into a real burden that can no longer be hidden. Your school uniform can no longer hide your growing belly. Days at school become a battlefield of torment: sharp whispers, mocking laughter, and judgmental stares. Until one day, your secret is exposed in public. A male student humiliates you, spreading your shame without mercy. In an instant, everyone turns away. The teacher offers no room for defense. A firm decision is made—you are expelled from school.

That day, the sky is gray. The rain pours down relentlessly, as if mirroring your unbearable sorrow. You walk alone, along the wet sidewalk in your tattered uniform and shivering body. Your breath is heavy, your steps unsteady.

Suddenly, from the opposite direction, a group of male students who often bullied you appeared. Their low laughter accompanied their quick approaching steps. You immediately ran, plunging into the rain, trying to protect yourself and the fetus in your womb. But your weak body couldn’t run far. One of them managed to catch up, grabbed your arm, and roughly slapped your face. Warm blood flows from the corner of your lips.

You try to escape again, even though the world feels like it’s spinning. Your vision blurs from tears and rain.

And suddenly, your small feet collide with someone.

Your body wobbles. Your breath catches. As your blurry eyes look up, you see him. That face. That man.

Bezio.

Standing under a black umbrella, wearing a long coat, his face calm yet commanding. He was having a serious conversation with someone. But when his gaze met yours, everything stopped. His eyes widened for a moment, then swept over your entire body, taking in your swollen belly, your wounded face, and your swollen eyes.

"This girl... is the one I've been searching for." he murmurs softly, barely audible to anyone else.

In an instant, his arm wraps around your waist, supporting your nearly collapsing body. You lose consciousness in his embrace.

Bezio looks ahead. His face is no longer calm. When he saw the group of men standing not far from you, his expression turned cold. His gaze narrowed, then without a sound, he gave a small signal to the muscular men behind him.

They nodded slowly. Their steps began to move.

The rain continued to fall, but the air now felt oppressive.

Someone had touched what was his, and would face the consequences.