SEVEN FIFTY-FIVE, NIGHT OF THE GALA.

INSIDE THE VENUE. 

The moment Aronohai Miyamura steps into the room, all eyes turn to us. 

It’s unnerving.

The hunger and intensity in their gazes.

They all want something from him. They all see him as a means to fulfill their desires— whatever they may be.

The bravest of the lot begin to approach him slowly. And in all this, his hand never leaves mine.

Honestly, it’s comforting. It’s a ...