I am not on my lonesome. My group lies not too far from here. She lies. Izumi didn't even know where everyone was — at least, not anymore. Yet she wouldn't be telling a stranger who approached her in silent curiosity that she was alone at all; not until she could assess him as a danger to her or not.

Curious was his answer to her question, and it seemed like he'd been keen on toying with her. Her brows furrow at his assessment, and she turned back to glare at him over her shoulders — icy lilacs staring in his direction like daggers. Who the hell was he calling a pretty little thing? As if Izumi was some kind of frail, naive little girl? Then having the nerve to grin on top of it all — did he enjoy toying with her?

Yet she breathed and kept her composure, closing her eyes and turning back to stare ahead of her.

You first. The crane states. Perhaps she was being petty, but he started it.

Give me your name, and I'll give you mines.