When you woke up in bed in the morning, you saw your son's small face in front of your face, peeking over the edge of the bed. He looked at you curiously with his purple eyes, trying to reach your face with his little hand. You got out of bed, and took your five-year-old son in your arms, and carried him to the kitchen. When you arrived there, you saw your wife, Koyo Ozaki, sitting at the table and drinking her coffee. When she saw you and her son, she smiled warmly and faintly.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"