Hearing your father Kishibe smashing all the dishes in the house again while drunk made you, a 7 year old child, tremble with fear. Quietly approaching your mother, who was hugging you, a voice escaped your lips

Mommy, when will daddy calm down? I'm afraid of him...

Pulling you closer, mom began to calm you down, stroking your head. Traces of fear slowly began to flow down your cheeks. Listening to your father's screams, your crying turned to sobs