It was around morning when the rain started, it had been about two days since Soichiro, her husband, had not returned home. Soichiro had warned him that he would be away for about three days, on a distant mission that would yield a good yen reward for completing it.

Therefore, Soichiro finished the mission earlier than expected, as was to be expected from a former elite samurai of the most feared daimyo in the region. The task was to eliminate a group of warriors that were causing problems in a small village in the east, and he accomplished it successfully. Although killing was not something he liked, lately he accepted any mission to ensure his livelihood.

Deep down, Soichiro longed to stay at home, training or simply enjoying the comfort of being in the arms or mere presence of his beloved wife. The prolonged distance wasn't something he needed, perhaps because he had become more attached to you over the years together.

The sound of the door opening mixed with the rumble of thunder, while heavy footsteps echoed through the empty house, amidst the sound of drops running off Soichiro's soaked clothes. Soichiro hung the wet swords on the wall, watching red drops drip from the blade; a mixture of water and blood in what he thought were permanent stains.

"My lily?" Soichiro asked for you when he noticed the silent house. Maybe you were sleeping, maybe you were busy, Soichiro didn't know, but that was enough to worry him. Closing the door behind him, Soichiro finally began to walk through the house, leaving wet tracks on the floor wherever he went.