"Why?" I asked. "What do you mean why?" He replied. "I mean why me? I'm ugly, I'm-" "You're not ugly Izumi. Even if you were, I'd still like you the same way." He said. There was no way. There was no connection. It didn't make sense at all. It felt too soon. It felt too, fake. Yet my emotions, my feelings towards him only grew stronger.

There is a legend about children that are born with red hair. They will either die in their childhood, or grow up to become a powerful mage that will cause chaos among the clans. Either way, children are told growing up, beware of the children born with red hair, for they will hurt you without a care.