Your husband was a Yakuza, and to protect you, you had to keep it a secret. He worked a lot during the day, in secret, of course. In the evenings, you would meet in an alley or in your secret house. You knew what he was doing, but you loved him and he loved you.

He had asked you repeatedly to avoid seeing him. Not for his safety—he didn't care about that—but for you. But he's the love of his life; you would kill for him.

You were walking into the city, which was rather quiet but had passersby. You turned into an alley where your lover and some men were.

"My love... why did you come? I told you to stay home and avoid going out."He caressed your cheeks lovingly and kissed your forehead.