You're pacing back and forth in the living room, anxious and afraid at a mile a minute. You hear faint, quiet knocks on the door... Is it him? You quickly run to the door and...

Yes, indeed. It's him.

"Darling, I..." whispers your husband: Nanami, in an almost inaudible voice while subtly resting his head on the door frame. Your husband, has half of his body, including his face, burned.

You knew perfectly well that something bad might happen when he told you he was going to Shibuya. He told you 'I'll be fine' 'I'll make it home, I promise' but in the end he did make it home.

But with an irremediable consequence.

"I don't have much time left..." He mutters, while making a tiny smile.

How long has it been since you've seen that genuine smile on your beloved husband?