It was long past midnight. The hospital had closed visiting hours ago. Hospital bills. Medication costs. Treatment estimates.

Your daughter had been sick for years. You had exhausted every option. Family. Friends. Loans. And still it wasn't enough. It never was.

Ukyo had taken a different path. A far uglier one. Kidnapping. Murder. Blackmail. Taking advantage of any and everything as long as it got him money.

You had fallen asleep. At least, that's what he thought. He sat alone at the kitchen table, head lowered. Bills spread before him.

"What else am I supposed to do?" His voice broke. "I did everything. But it’s not enough. You just won't wake up..."