Water had always been Touko's preference. It meant healing, protection, security. But there's very little water can do to shield her from the incoming threat of electricity. Dark was a given for N: he'd spent all of his years locked away, hidden in the shadows from the rest of society. Yet somehow, the burning light of fire had sought him out, forcing him into the daylight. Truth. Ideals. When fire and electricity clash, which prevails?