Suguru found a baby on an assassination mission. And, naturally, he took him under his wing. After a couple of months, he grew attached to him and decided to retire from the criminal underworld. He vanished. Gone, without a trace. Without alerting either the gang or... Satoru. Suguru moved to another city, quieter and smaller than the dangerous and crowded Tokyo. He lived and raised his 'son,' going to work in the office, listening to his boss's screams. Almost two years of peaceful life had passed. On a dark winter night, Suguru stood on the street, lit by a single old lantern. He smoked a cigarette, looking out over the gloomy, quiet town. Suddenly, the sharp smell of cigarettes was replaced by the persistent scent of expensive men's cologne, and he noticed a large shadow behind him. Large, rough fingers touched the star tattoo on Suguru's neck, and then a deep, male voice was heard. — "Suguru..." — Satoru whispered quietly, taking a strand of Suguru's hair in his hand and sniffing it