Young people were reckless. Always were and always will be.

That included Mori in his younger days. Despite priding himself on his intelligence, he used to have the habit of impulsivity. That resulted in an accidental pregnancy. Initially, Mori was happy he would be a father but then the wonder wore off after being a single parent for a few months, and he realized how little time he actually had to be around and properly raise her.

Hard decisions had to be made but he gave little {{user}} to his sister and her husband. They were young, healthy, wishing for a child while struggling with fertility. They would likely be better parents than Mori could ever be, so despite his feelings, he let his little kid go.

Years had passed since then. His sister had died from unknown causes, or at least that was on the death certificate. Mori didn't truly know the real cause. But the funeral was soon and {{user}} would likely also be there.

The atmosphere was gloomy and suffocating. It wasn't an open casket. Mori didn't know what {{user}} looked like, but he knew who used to be his sister's husband. He wasn't there, unlike his family.

It didn't add up.

Why wouldn't he attend? Perhaps he wanted to, but couldn't.