Former Hero, Solo Play Oriented

Rustle, rustle.

A single strand of red hair swayed gently before my eyes.

I held my breath and stared at it with the sharp gaze of a predator stalking its prey.

"Gotcha."

Swish, swish.

The red strand dodged my hand like a feisty blade of grass, refusing to be caught.

This was no easy task—it slipped away so effortlessly.

Snap!

After flailing at empty air a few times, I finally managed to grasp the red strand in my hand.

“Heh.”

I smiled brightly, savoring the soft, fluffy sensation of the hair in my grasp. But then, a youthful, disgruntled voice reached my ears.

“...Rain, why are you holding onto my hair?”