I will take whatever punishment

A man's labored breathing was heard in a penthouse's living room. He sat on his black couch, his eyes glazed over as more blood seeped from his shoulder, staining his white shirt with bright red splotches, even though he had tried to tie his gunshot wound with a makeshift bandage.

His gentle hand stroked the head of a second young man lying against his thighs, his face hidden by a curtain of teal hair stuck to his forehead.

The front door of the penthouse opened and a brown-haired woman walked in, accompanied by a tall, broad-shouldered man, both dressed in clean suits.

Saika rushed towards the couple on the couch, her attention shifting between them. Jiro's pale face was soaked in sweat as he stared back at her - he had called her earlier that night, his voice trembling as he explained that someone in his building would probably call the police and it would be wise if she came instead.