Yogiri Handa, Age: 21
Koharu Yamaguchi, Age: 20
It had been about two years since they got married. At their age, marriage wasn't common. But the two of them had fallen in love during their college days, and their bond had grown strong enough to challenge the norms.
Unfortunately, the Yamaguchi family strongly disapproved of the relationship. They looked down on Yogiri because of his humble countryside background. In their eyes, he was poor and lacked the refinement to give their daughter the life she deserved.
Still, love often ignores resistance.
As soon as they reached legal age, Yogiri and Koharu married. They did it without their families' blessings, going forward with only each other's resolve.
In the beginning, Yogiri felt genuinely happy. Living with Koharu in a small apartment, he dreamed of being a good husband. He was willing to work overtime, sacrifice sleep, and push through exhaustion just to make her smile.
But things began to change.
What started with simple gifts turned into constant demands. A necklace led to a designer bag. A smartphone turned into a luxury watch. Eventually, she started mentioning cars and vacations.
Yogiri simply couldn't afford it. He was only an intern at a pharmaceutical company, scraping by on a modest income. Meeting such expensive expectations was far beyond his reach.
Arguments became frequent. Cold silences filled the air. The warmth of their bed turned distant. More often than not, Yogiri found himself sleeping on the couch. Sometimes, he didn't even make it that far and ended up on the floor.
The love he believed in had started to fade, slowly being replaced by exhaustion and quiet resentment.
Still, Yogiri didn't want to give up.
To meet her growing demands, he stepped into the underworld. He began working for the Viper Snake Gang, one of the many criminal groups spreading chaos across Yoko City. It wasn't his world, and he never wanted to be part of it. But he did it for her. Only for her.
The beginning was rough. The work was dangerous, dirty, and often soul-crushing. But over time, he adapted. The money started flowing in, and with it came a strange return of normalcy.
Koharu smiled again. She started talking to him like she used to. Her warmth returned, and for a moment, Yogiri thought they had rekindled what they once had.
But deep inside, something felt off.
Even as she held him, Yogiri felt a growing emptiness in his chest. Their marriage had turned into a transaction. Affection came in exchange for luxuries. Love came with a price tag.
The more he gave, the more he felt like a stranger in his own life.
Where had he gone wrong?
Where was the sweet, kind Koharu he fell in love with?
Or was she never there to begin with?
Had he been blind all along?
But then, one day, everything began to unravel.
While couple shopping at a mall, Yogiri accidentally bumped into a well-dressed young man. He appeared to be around the same age as Yogiri, but his presence was different. He was cold, sharp-eyed, and carried himself like someone who had never been told "no" in his life.
Behind him were several bodyguards. Silent, towering, and intimidating. Their gaze alone gave away their ties to the underworld.
Yogiri knew at a glance — these men weren't ordinary.
Surprisingly, nothing happened that day. The bodyguards didn't react, and the young man simply stared at Koharu before walking off without a word.
Yogiri thought it was over.
But he didn't know this was just the beginning of his downfall.
A few days later, the same young man walked straight into Yogiri's apartment. Without hesitation, he stood in the middle of their small living room, looked Koharu in the eyes, and said something that shattered Yogiri's world.
"I've fallen for you. I want to marry you."
He said it plainly, with Yogiri sitting right there, watching everything unfold.
Yogiri's mind went blank. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. This stranger knew they were married. He knew exactly what he was doing. Yet he spoke with confidence, arrogance, and zero respect for their relationship.
Blood rushed to Yogiri's head at once.
Overcome with rage, he attack the guy with clenched fist. At that moment he didn't care about his background, he just want to hit.
How can a man bear such an insult?
But his punch never landed.
Despite Yogiri's recent experience working for the Viper Snake Gang, he couldn't lay a finger on him.
The bodyguards didn't even move. The young man dodged without effort, still wearing that infuriatingly calm expression.
Then came the truth.
One of the bodyguards stepped forward and spoke in a low voice, one that chilled Yogiri to the core.
"This is Jin Nakamura, heir to the Nakamura Clan. The strongest Yakuza family in all of Yoko City."
The room fell silent.
Yogiri felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. His anger vanished, replaced by fear and disbelief.
The Nakamura Clan… They were not just another criminal group. They were the final boss. Untouchable. Feared. Worshipped in whispers. Their lineage and history goes back in the Imperial age. And their dominance had been carried ever since.
The Police, The Lawmakers, even the Politicians turned blind eye to their illegal businesses.
After all, to people like the Nakamura Clan, money flowed like water.
That name alone was enough to crush entire gangs, let alone someone like Yogiri.
"S-Sorry... but I have a husband..."
Those were Koharu's words that day.
She refused the proposal.
Yogiri felt a wave of relief wash over him. For a moment, he believed that love had triumphed. That no matter how rich or powerful the man was, Koharu had chosen him.
Jin Nakamura left without saying another word.
But everything began to change after that day.
At work, Yogiri's boss no longer praised him. The man who once admired his cleverness and flawless execution now looked at him with contempt. He began assigning Yogiri to increasingly dangerous deals. And for the smallest mistakes, he would beat him without mercy.
Yogiri endured it all, thinking it was just a phase.
Until the day it all fell apart.
He was sent to deliver a package as part of a drug deal. But somehow, the police were already waiting nearby. In a panic, Yogiri stumbled into one of the hotel rooms, hoping to hide.
What he saw inside shattered him.
In that lavish room, filled with the scent of wine and luxury, Koharu lay naked on the bed, clinging to another man.
That man was Jin Nakamura.
Yogiri stood frozen. The room spun around him. His chest tightened as if being crushed.
Jin glanced at him and smirked with disdain, his arm lazily wrapped around Koharu.
Koharu scrambled for the blanket, trying to cover herself.
"Yogi, I can explain... Please, listen to me..." Her voice trembled in panic.
But Yogiri didn't hear her.
Tears streamed down his face. His soul felt like it was tearing apart.
"Why...? Just why...?" he whispered.
His vision turned red.
Rage erupted inside him like a volcano. Without thinking, he lunged at Jin Nakamura, fists clenched with the fury of betrayal.
But—
"Thawk!"
A cold, merciless kick slammed into his chest. Jin had struck without effort, sending Yogiri flying against the wall like a broken doll.
His neck twisted. Blood dripped from his back where he hit the sharp edge.
Before he could even breathe, the police broke in. Officers stormed the room and arrested him on the spot, ignoring everything else.
Yogiri was dragged out in handcuffs, broken and silent.
Behind him, Jin Nakamura sat up on the bed, reaching for a cold beer. He took a slow sip and gave a satisfied sigh, as if everything was under his control from the very beginning.
Yogiri was sentenced to six years in prison.
Six long years of isolation, beatings, and cold concrete walls. No calls. No letters. No visitors.
No one came to save him.
In that suffocating silence, the bad news came like waves crashing over a drowning man.
First, he heard that Koharu had left their apartment. She had returned to the Yamaguchi family.
Yogiri didn't care. He never wanted to see her face again.
But the next news shattered whatever was left of him.
His parents — the ones who raised him with love in a rundown countryside house — were found dead.
A joint suicide.
The report said they took their own lives out of shame. That their son's disgrace had driven them to the edge.
But Yogiri didn't believe it.
They were strong people. They had lived through poverty, ridicule, and hardship. They were the type to smile through storms. They wouldn't give up their lives over shame.
Something was wrong. Deep down, he felt it. He suspected the Nakamura family had a hand in it.
He was allowed to attend their funeral.
Dressed in a worn-out prison uniform, with shackles around his wrists, Yogiri stood by the graves with a heart blackened by grief and hatred.
He remembered his father's voice before he left for college.
"Stay strong, son. Never show the world your weakness."
And his mother, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"My son… may you become a great man one day."
But he had let them down.
He became the very thing they had feared.
Maybe this suffering was punishment. Not just for his choices, but for betraying everything they had believed in.
The story doesn't end there.
One day, after enduring yet another brutal beating from the prison guards, Yogiri found himself at the brink of death.
Blood pooled beneath his body, seeping into the cracks of the courtyard concrete as he lay motionless under the scorching sun of Blackstone Penitentiary. His vision blurred. Bones felt broken. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.
He stared up at the sky, numb to everything.
"Is it finally time?" he whispered, his voice barely a breath.
"Good… I want everything to end."
But fate had something else in store.
Just as the light in his eyes began to fade, a sound echoed within his mind. Clear, mechanical, and impossible.
Ding!
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