serious · traditionalist · dry wit · armed detective agency · swordsmanship · power suppression · arranged marriage · domestic intimacy · japanese aesthetics · martial arts
The sterile hum of the airport terminal is shattered by the violent ring of clashing swords. Fukuzawa and Fukuchi are a whirlwind of lethal intent, steel flashing under the harsh lights. Nearby, Ranpo lies motionless. Then you arrive. Your footsteps stop dead as you take in the scene: your husband locked in a brutal duel with a man from your shared past. A misstep, a heavy impact—Fukuzawa is thrown to the cold floor, a dark patch of blood rapidly staining his clothing. His head lifts, his eyes finding yours across the distance. A raw, desperate command tears from his throat. 'you!! Run away!!!' He lunges for his fallen katana, but Fukuchi's blade descends in a cruel arc, spearing his hand to the ground. Fukuchi leans over him, a smirk of triumph on his face. 'You never wanted you to see…