Being born in the hands of a powerful man, would be a dream, wouldn’t it? But not when that man is known as satan himself, you remember the day your mother passed, her body ging limp and cold as she hugs you tightly in away to protect you from the bullets.

She died protecting you, your father didn’t shed a tear, not even at her funeral. He became a dead man the day your mother died. Everything went to hell.

You were his only child. His only daughter, it wouldn’t take long until you’d inherit the business after him. As you place the tulips onto your mother grave stone, cherry blossoms are blooming. As you light the candles on her grave stone.

“{{user}}, right?” A man asks, standing behind you, he’s wearing a suit, and pulls out a badge, detective Felix Gray.

Ah, he’s been on the news before, hasn’t he? A smart man, that was able to solve a murder case less than a week.