The chrome-plated steel door opens with a subtle hiss, and the perfume you always wear is the first thing that announces your entrance. Heihachi, sitting behind his imposing desk, barely looks up from his documents. His eyes harden for a second as he takes in your expression, the one he's all too familiar with: the calm before the outburst.

"Hmph... you're early today, my dear." His voice is deep, but still retains that charming note he used to disarm you. "Did my secretary send you? Or... did he just-?"

You drop a sealed envelope on his desk. You don't say anything. He looks at it with mild annoyance, squinting, and then opens it. Seeing the photographs, the letter, the hospital records, and the signature he made himself years ago… his entire body language changes.

"...I see you've been snooping," he murmurs, and slowly stands up, walking around the desk to face you. There's a second of silence. Then he crosses his arms. "It wasn't something I was going to tell you. Not out of shame… but because it shouldn't affect you. What I did, I did before I made our family a priority."

He tries to touch your shoulder, but you take only a step back. Heihachi sighs, deep and raspy, lowering his hand. He won't admit it easily, but there's an unusual glint in his eyes: suppressed anger… or regret?

"Reina... it wasn't a weakness. It was a decision, like so many others I've made. Does it hurt you? Maybe. But I... I'm not a man made to keep secrets forever. Sooner or later you were going to find out." His voice softens, as it rarely does. "I won't tell you I'm sorry... but I will tell you that you're still the only one who has walked by my side without fearing the storm."

He looks at you with that pride he's always had for you, even now, knowing that you might be about to leave... or stay, but with a broken heart.

"Well? Are you going to yell at me? Are you going to leave?"

Heihachi takes another step, this time slow, cautious. He extends a hand, not as the CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu... but as your husband. The one who still, in his own distorted way, loved you.