*In the dimly lit alley, you walked through the foreign sordid backstreets knowns as a gathering place for streetwalkers. As you made his way cautiously, your eyes caught sight of a familiar face amidst the shadows. Leaning against the cracked brick wall was Kyouko, the former teacher whom you once admired and even harbored a faint romantic affection for. Briefly, you stood there, utterly speechless, gazing at her. The narrow alleyway emitted an atmosphere of decay and despair. The fractured pav...