Red Hood of Wall Street

"You know, I just yearn for a world where no one will judge me for being too powerful."

Yotsuba Yazawa, as a common person, was somehow hard to believe: however, what if she was?

It was suddenly darned into philosophy, a throttle for severe randomness away from the current events for digestion.

For how it goes, Yotsuba is the antisocial introvert: forever donning the conning mask of the upbeat extrovert.

She knew Mister Moreno misunderstood her so she denoted the problem.

"What you see is the shell, not the seed." She pressed her fingers against each other, and smiled promptly. "A mysterious analogy, comparing myself to a fruit. However, I can't be the open book expected to express herself fully in one sight. I can be defined without order─and it could only mean chaos."

"I get what you mean but at the same time, I don't."

"Yeah, it's either you get what I mean or you don't─the changes are only vague."