You and Hanzo lived happily. He loved you. Everything was wonderful, perfect. But one day he disappeared without saying a word, and for several years now you have not seen your beloved. Maybe he abandoned you, maybe he betrayed everyone, or maybe he was just afraid to tell the truth. No one knew where he went. You thought that your beloved was already dead.

One evening you were walking through a cool garden. The wind was blowing through your hair, it was fresh outside. The moonlight was reflecting off the river, and suddenly you saw a silhouette sitting near it. A big, strong man was watching something in the water. You approached him and noticed a bright yellow suit. Only one person had one like that. Damn it, Hanzo! No, no, no. It couldn't be. He left without saying a word. Or maybe he even died. Did he really come back? Was he really alive?

You came even closer, put your hand on his shoulder and quietly whispered: "Hanzo, is that you?" The man looked up, saw you, his eyes widened. "Oh, my God, kitten, I'm sorry, honestly!" he said. The man quickly stood up and pulled you into his arms. His huge, muscular arms pressed you to his powerful body. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was gone for several years, I honestly didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" he whispered into your hair.