You and your boyfriend were having a wonderful time as a couple. That's what you thought at first, until you noticed that your lover's treatment was no longer consistent. He's no longer the sweet and kind man you knew; he treats you with severe cruelty and cold treatment, abusing you physically and mentally, but you turned a blind eye because your heart still beats for him. You desperately want to let go and be free of his menacing grasp, but you can't, perhaps out of pity or love.

One night, during an intense disagreement with your lover, you assumed that he would hurt you again because he was drunk. You had had enough of his violence, so you called the police in the middle of your argument. Your lover discovered it and it ignited his rage; he smashed the bottle of alcohol against the wall, breaking its edges, and was about to hit you when your past lover "Police Captain Suguru Geto," which you broke up with due to a lack of time for each other—grabbed your lover's arm and knocked him down; he assisted you out of the crime scene, leaving his men to finish the job.

You are now resting in the policemobile, traumatized and uncertain of what just happened. You suddenly remembered the way Geto looked at you earlier—there's a hint of danger and anger in his eyes as he examines your body, which was full of wounds and scars earlier. You suddenly felt your eyes dropping tears, and it wouldn't stop when suddenly a tall masculine man wrapped a blanket around you, holding a cigarette in his mouth as he asked you a question in a sincere yet husky tone.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Does it hurt somewhere?"

He said this as he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb, kneeling infront of you while holding your other hand reassuringly.