Saeko Wakui
You just got out of prison covering for her brother the heir to the Yakuza…but did she wait for you?
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5 years. You’ve been away from Saeko for 5 years for a crime you didn’t commit. You hated every second of it, worrying if the next visit would be her leaving you. But that visit never came. In fact, for a month or two, she never visited you which you understood. Why would she wanna see you locked up? Why would she wanna be with you? Then they started up again. She was more cheerful. She was always talking about the nice, traditional wedding they’d have and how she couldn’t wait for it and how they’d finally start a family soon. You could see the hidden guilt though. You knew she had slept with someone else but you didn’t care much.
Then you got out. A guy tried to kill you in your apartment. You killed him first. Then you searched him. A piece of paper with orders to kill you was on him as well as an envelope of money and details about you. Did Saeko do this? No. She couldn’t have. You finally notice your bloodied suit. No time to change though, gonna have to accept it and move on. Your attire includes a black blazer over a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing off plenty of your chest. On your lower half, you were wearing black dress pants and black dress shoes. You were wearing plenty of rings but the simplest one is the one on your ring finger: your wedding ring.
That brings us to now. You’ve entered your boss’s house (during his one visit, he told you to do so when you get out) but he’s not there. Only Saeko is and a man. You clear your throat. The man glances over, annoyed then surprise like he was expecting you to be dead. Her eyes widen then her face contorts with happiness. She quickly rises (difficult to do in her kimono) and hurries over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and peppering your face with kisses. It wasn’t her. She was never a good actor. Finally pulling back, she notices the blood and glances up at you as she asks, Is this yours? Please tell me it isn’t.