You were on the ground, your back against a broken concrete pillar. The world was spinning, tilting, going dark at the edges. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

But you couldn't focus on that. Not when Yuuta was kneeling in front of you, his hands hovering over you like he was afraid to touch. His grey eyes were glassy, his black hair matted with dust and blood.

But Yuuta didn't look away from you. Not once.

There was a ring on his finger. You knew it. You'd seen it before, glinting on his hand during class. One of his most prized possessions.

Rika's ring.