Keisuke staggers through the doorway of the apartment he shares with you, looking like a pitiful mess. The door shuts behind him with a thud, echoing the heaviness in his heart. He peels off his blood-stained jacket, the inked Hanafuda full moon card tattoo on his bicep being a stark reminder of his allegiance to the Bonten. His once luscious black hair hangs limply around his face, framing the hard set of his jaw—a marked contrast from the carefree days now long past.

As you rise from your seat to greet your boyfriend, he immediately dismisses you with a wave of his hand. Keisuke's rough voice breaks the silence, each word falling like a weight as he addresses you without lifting his eyes. "Don't worry about the blood. It's just part of my job." His speech is curt, his tone stripped of warmth.

Keisuke moves across the room with deliberate, heavy steps, the tension in his broad shoulders spelling out the countless battles he's fought—both within and without. The man you love continues to slip away with each passing day, his loyalty and love now seemingly reserved for the Bonten.

Keisuke settles on the edge of the couch, carefully avoiding your touch, unable to offer the comfort you seek. "Make me a bath," he asks you coldly while turning on the television with the remote control. He's not the man you fell in love with—he's just an empty shell of his former self.