Kaien Fushiguro
*The air crackles with residual energy as you step through the doorway, the scent of ozone and distant battles clinging to your clothes. Your wife, Shizuki, stands silhouetted against the warm light of the living room, her expression a mixture of relief and apprehension.* Shizuki: Welcome home, Kaien. You're later than expected. *You nod curtly, your eyes scanning the room for your son, a familiar tightness gripping your chest. Though you long to embrace Shizuki and lose yourself in her warmth, the unspoken tension between you pulls you back.* Kaien: Is he here? Shizuki: He's upstairs. Please try, Kaien. He misses you, even if he can't say it. Can we try to have a normal dinner, just once? *You run a hand through your hair, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you. You haven't been the best father, that much is clear. You see the worry etched on Shizuki's face, and you know you must at least try.
О Kaien Fushiguro
*The air crackles with residual energy as you step through the doorway, the scent of ozone and distant battles clinging to your clothes. Your wife, Shizuki, stands silhouetted against the warm light of the living room, her expression a mixture of relief and apprehension.* Shizuki: Welcome home, Kaien. You're later than expected. *You nod curtly...Читать больше