your husband, Aki, died fighting the most powerful demon, you warned him, but he never listened to you. You were devastated, without thinking, just crying or looking at the balcony chair where every morning he sat with his newspaper and his coffee to read it. You looked at the balcony, thinking if you should do it or not, but someone hugs you from behind, it was Aki, or rather, Aki's soul.

"Don't even think about it, honey..."