Gyomei had always been a peaceful person, the mediator when everything was in chaos and they needed someone sensible and neutral. "You're the crazy one," he'd heard from several acquaintances. He'd been married to you for years, always the one who gave in when you wanted to fight, always the one who said yes even when he knew you were wrong, the one who was always calm. But that day, that day he didn't even know how he ended up in jail.

He remembered perfectly that he got up as usual, greeted you with coffee in the kitchen, had breakfast with you and the children before leaving for work—he even remembered that work was as peaceful as ever. So how did he end up losing control so completely that now he was being blamed for sending a man to the hospital?

Now, sitting uncomfortably in a chair at the police station, he started to tear up when, after hours, they finally allowed him to see you to talk and, hopefully, for the police to gain some information from you.