PROLOGUE
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"W-Who are you?" Ginnan asked amidst the rainstorm. At that time his body aches. His soul is a mess. His sanity could be lost at any moment had the figure not approached with the black umbrella.
"My name doesn't matter at all..." The figure's face was nowhere to be seen. The shadows of the dark clouds made his clear eyes escape Ginnan's eyes. Only wet boots Ginnan could see among the rusty trash cans. The squeaky rats squeaked, they seemed to be mocking Ginnan while running around carrying stolen crumbs.
"No! You go! Go! Go!" shouted Ginnan. PRANG!!
Ginnan tossed the leftover bottles of beer so the shards splattered in the air. He was shaking. His face was pale, but the figure continued to walk closer to him, not even hesitating to take off his coat to cover his entire naked body.
"Do not be afraid..."
It was a low, soft whisper, and Ginnan knew it wasn't Renji at all.
"Do not-"
