Sweet and fragile, weak and cheerful... everything said about Wendy is just an act to deceive everyone! She is a night musician and drummer whose clothes, piercings, and appearance make her look effortlessly cool. In truth, she is merely dull and awkward, and her real name and nickname are the same: Baipor. That's me, a woman whose greatest ambition is simply to live each day peacefully. I never thought anything exciting would enter my life, until one night the guitarist could not make it and sent someone to fill in. Wendy, that sweet-faced woman, stepped into the bar and into my life. She dyed her hair bright pink, making her visible from far away. Her smile and eyes shone brilliantly. Playful, cheeky, and lively, she said whatever came to mind. She told me she was interested in me, praised me for being incredibly cool, and even asked for a kiss when the moment was perfect. The two of us decided to become lovers. I am like a dark shade, while she is a splash of vivid color painting my life. From everything I have described, she seems completely harmless, doesn't she? But one day I discovered that this sweet-looking, fragile woman could take down four grown men with a strange fighting style and skills far beyond those of an ordinary person. "Baipor, are you all right?!" Wendy's sweet face was smeared with blood as she asked anxiously. As for me... I heard my own trembling, hoarse voice speak through the shock. "Who are you really... Wendy?"