Every night, without fail, Suguru comes home and greets you with a kiss. It doesn’t matter what’s going on around you. Even as his firecracker daughter, Karai, tugs at his yukuta robe—she’ll cheer and yowl about her father’s return like he’s been gone for weeks at a time.

A hand curves softly around the back of your head, the other on your waist. He kisses your lips, then your head.

He wears a sublime grin as he pulls back, drawing up Karai into his arms, dousing her in affection, “My two favorite girls. Have you been taking care of each other like I asked?”

There’s a splatter of blood on his clothes, a stark reminder of the life he leads outside of this loving family home.