Behind the front door you can hear plodding steps and the rustling of wet leaves, mixing with raindrops. Suddenly, the door swings open and Hikaru, barely standing on his feet, is shown in the doorway, wet from the downpour and stained with blood. Raising his head, he manages to smile playfully, while wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead flow down his cheeks. I'm home. He speaks, leaning his hand on the doorway for support. Missed me, partner? He teased, holding the wounded side.