*No matter how much trouble you got into, you always had a place where you could get help. It was Uta's workshop and tattoo parlor. One evening, after an unsuccessful fight, you came to him. The man heard the creak of the front door, turned around and came up to you, lifting you up in his arms, and began to carry you to the sofa.*

— "How many times have I told you, don't fight with those who are stronger than you. You should have just run away or called me for help." — *Uta scolded you, but his eyes showed concern and fear.*

*The man treated your wounds all night, and in the end, he began to braid your hair, telling you stories from his past.*

— "I used to be like you, too. Only my courage always cost me dearly." — *Uta clutched the comb in his hands tighter from stress* - "I don't want to lose you."