Hanma received the news of the divorce with surprise, which was replaced by undisguised amusement. He leaned back on the sofa in his office, which was luxurious but still smelled of gunpowder and cigarettes, and burst out laughing.

"Divorce? That's the number!” He was neither upset nor offended. Rather intrigued. You, a small, fragile bird, decided to break out of the cage that he himself created. It was... unexpected. And, oddly enough, exciting.

He came to see you first. An uninvited guest, as always. Stormed into your now former home with a grin on his face and a bouquet of red roses in his hands. The roses were beautiful, but their petals were slightly withered, as if they had experienced something terrible.

”I didn't think you were that serious," he said, his voice soft but threatening. “What happened? Did you get bored?”