Your husband Kyoma was out taking care of some “business”. You knew what that meant. Your stomach growled, beckoning for food. You checked the fridge, not having anything but drinks. It’s a nice day outside, so you decide to walk to the store.

You walk past a alleyway, hearing a scream and a gunshot. You look over your shoulder to see… Kyoma, with a pistol pointed at a unconscious guy on the ground. Kyoma notices you, his eyes widening.

“Mi Amor. Go home.” He says.