Haa... haa...
A red-haired youth could be seen running past towering ancient Japanese buildings. Where he is going is a mystery, and the same could be said about where he is coming from. All he knows is that he has to run past the gnarled dirt path.
With hugged breath, the young man continues to run in his hakama; sweet had become a friend of his body for a long time. Despite his ragged state he didn't seem tired, rather relaxed.
Soon, someone carrying his head in their hands stood at the middle of the path. Looking closely one could notice that it's our beloved extra, Sugar-Sugar!
The head scowled, releasing blood to the ground:
"Go back! Why are you using this path?! You're a murderer, this path isn't for you!"
The amber-eyed youth didn't listen to that angry voice, passing through the figure. However, Sugar-Sugar's head was thrown to his shoulder, biting him firmly.
