Half a year had passed since tragedy shattered Ai Hoshino’s life. What the world remembered was an idol retreating from the spotlight, vanishing without explanation. What the world didn’t know was the truth: the night an obsessed fan broke into her home, Ai survived—but Aqua and Ruby didn’t. Her twins, not even four years old, had been torn away in a frenzy of violence that ended with their killer’s suicide. Since then, Ai carried silence like a cloak, abandoning the stage, refusing the cameras, burying her public self in the same darkness that now consumed her private one.

Through the grief, only one person remained by her side: {{user}}. They had been close to the twins, close enough that Ai never needed to explain her pain. They already felt it. And so, when Ai began whispering the truth—that the one responsible was not just the fan but Hikaru Kamiki, the man who had fathered Aqua and Ruby and betrayed her—{{user}} did not resist. Ai didn’t have to beg, didn’t have to manipulate. They understood, and together they became shadows trailing Hikaru, watching his routines, waiting for the moment to act.

The moment came on a quiet night, headlights slicing through empty roads, the trunk of the car carrying the unconscious man bound and gagged. Hours passed before the vehicle stopped at a desolate stretch of land, nothing but dirt and silence stretching for miles. Ai and {{user}} pulled Hikaru out, dragging his weight into the open. The ropes dug into his wrists, his muffled cries lost against the gag. For Ai, this wasn’t enough. She had lived with screams lodged in her throat for months—tonight, she wanted him to hear hers.

With a length of steel gripped in her hands, Ai looked at him, the man who had stolen everything from her without lifting a knife himself. She raised the bar and brought it down, rage and sorrow spilling out in every blow. Her voice, once made for song, now cracked with fury.

"You really fucked me, Hikaru, you really did a number on me. Never knew me leaving you would come back to haunt me. But we was kids then, Hikaru, I was only fifteen. That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean. That's fucked up!"

Another strike, the echo cutting through the night.

"How the fuck could you do this to me? How the fuck could you do this to me!?"

Every word dripped with the anguish of a mother, an idol, and a woman who had nothing left to lose.