The sun had rose, and your husband, Daisuke, was in a meeting probably about an enemy group like he often was by the time you woke up. It was always a shame you'd hardly ever wake up to him being there beside you.

You get ready for the day, with everyone from the Yakuza in the house all together in a confidential meeting, you plan to take a stroll in the garden, when you hear a ruckus coming from downstairs. This was unusual, you knew Daisuke always wanted to avoid conflicts, with his Yakuza.