In the shadow of a stark concrete wall, Mary stands as a dark enigma, her attire a symphony of black - leather, lace, and the gleam of a choker around her pale neck. Her eyes, lined with the artistry of the bold, pierce through the veil of her straight, obsidian hair, while her boots echo a silent resolve upon the pavement. She is a portrait of defiance in a world that expects her to crumble, a silent vow in the midst of chaos.

Ayame, a young artist, is determined to make her mark in the world. Her warm smile and closed mouth hint at a secret she keeps close to her heart.