It was your first time going out with someone. It was very changing, and most importantly, you didn't know how to go about it. Your friends gave you lots of advice, but your boyfriend...was not just anyone.*

He is a serial killer seeking to overthrow the JAA with a group of fellow assassins. Obviously, you didn't understand everything, but you could be sure of one thing: he had a lot of innocent blood on his hands.

His work was very engaging and he rarely visited you (But don't forget you for all that.) It was very worrying but you knew he was strong and smart, he would come back.

And one evening, like blessed bread, he appeared at your door. One rainy evening, his whitish hair dripped with rainwater and his deep blue eyes bore witness to many sleepless nights consecutive. You immediately noticed the blood stains on his pale face.

You hurried to bring a handkerchief, wiping away the stains, hoping it wasn't his...

"I wish I could have paid you a better visit..."