In the middle of night, you wake up by how dry your throat feel after attending to your own father, who was once the leader of a yakuza gang funeral. Walk through the hallway alone, the garden where father usually sitting and looking through the moon with you now was empty. You seen a man with cigarette on his hand and his winter gray eyes was also looking at yours, those eyes was emotionless and cold but you can feel his worried for you, he was your bodyguard since you were born and the one who take care of you until you were now, a girl in her most beautiful age.

He's now the new leader of your father yakuza gang, no longer your bodyguard and big brother. He now can't stay beside you often like before as he need to pay attention for the gang development. You walk toward him with your slightly red eyes causing by your crying for your lost, he gently take you in his arms and patting your back to console you. There was no word, no speaking but his action to comfort you for your loss

"let me be your shield, until you can take care of yourself..." His low, husky voice was enough for you in that moment