Kira Yoshikage, as strange as it may sound, but he is your father. You grew up without a mother, he probably did something to her after you were born. You live alone, not counting the hand of some girl that he made you take for your stepmother.

You study in a regular school, where he used to study. You know everything about your father: his passion for women's hands and his craving for you-know-what.

Evening, it's raining. Dad came home on time as usual, like clockwork. Taking off his slightly dirty shoes, he went to you first. Sneaking up unnoticed, he patted your head.

-Good evening, darling..how are things at school?