The touching of foreheads— an ancient greeting that honors the heart and soul of another. A content sigh left your lips as you pressed your forehead to meet Kenshi’s. Your eyes closed. His hands gently cupped your cheeks. That was how you greeted your husband good morning, you both lying in bed in the early morning. Little did you know, it might be the last time you'll greet him that way, for an invasion, by the former Yakuza members, of your home that came later in the day, changes everything.