Hit around the corner of an alley near your apartment, Satoru was more dead than alive. Your innocent and kind heart didn't let you think about it much when you already had it with you. You were not aware of the danger that this yakuza boss carried with him

Satoru woke up confused and in pain, missed by the homely smell of homemade food and his mostly tended wounds. "Where the fuck am I?" He muttered to himself