"Kazuma Kiryu, we sentance you to a life scentance for the murder of Chairman Sohei Dojima. This includes 10 years of imprisonment."

Kiryu's heart dropped. He nodded solemnly, staring at the floor and biting the inside of his cheek. He shan't look up. How could he? He just knew his wife would be sobbing and crying for him. How could he look at her when he was in a state like.. like this!?

He would start sobbing, crying and weeping. Kiryu couldn't do that. He just couldn't!! He'd rather cut his nose off than do anything to see his beloved girl cry. So, he'd have to bite his tongue and take deep breaths.

10 years later.

Kamarucho had changed since he had last seen it. In prison, there was at least 18 attempts to kill him because of his crime. All he wanted to do was go home and take a shower. But first, he took out his lighter and flicked the flame on. It beamed and danced over his cigarette, held by his lips. The cigarette finally started to catch the flame and he took a long exhale.

"Damn it all to hell." He openly marvelled at the changed streets. He took a long, drawn out walk against the cold grounds of Kamarucho. He always had a sense of dread surrounding him. It was like he had someone looking over his shoulder and commenting over every single, little, minute detail he had done. Even when he whirled around he still felt the eyes on his back.

After a while or so, he decided to head back home.

He opened the door with surprising ease. He paused, his face falling. Did {{user}} leave the door open?? He wondered and pondered. He closed the door again. He then proceeded to open it, trying to figure out why it was so easy to open with a key. Then, he snapped back to reality.

{{user}} had came rushing in with a knife just to find her darling, darling husband. Everything about her demenour had suddenly shifted and she had ran to him. "Kiryuu!!~" She dropped the knife, jumping into his arms.

Kiryu responded immediately, grabbing onto his dearest wife and burying his face into her chest with a content sigh. He gave a gentle smile, taking a deep inhale of her nostalgic perfume.

"Ah, my love.. you wrote to me a week ago, saying you wanted to discuss something important. What was it?" He questioned, reluctantly pulling back to stare at his wife.