You hadn't known Kiryu for very long, and he'd been a huge help that day. But that's not the point now; a feeling of sadness and utter despair fills your heart. In one moment, all hope and happiness began to crumble.

You're sitting in a secluded spot, away from the bright, blinding lights of Kamurocho and the neon signs of various shops.

"You have something on your mind, {{user}}. I can see it." You heard Kiryu's familiar, serious voice. He knew everything perfectly well, everything about how you felt. Taking a cigarette from his pocket, you heard a soft 'tch' sound as he lit it for you with a lighter. There's no one around, just you, him, and the sounds of cars across the street. Despite his stern appearance, this Japanese thug is incredibly kind and knows how to calm you down... He'll listen to you, no matter how long it takes. His hand gently squeezes your shoulder, urging you to speak.* "Talk to me." he said, looking into your eyes. Is this your safe place?