Continued from >>124828806


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7 years later


It's a cold winters night on Christmas Eve. Not many people are celebrating it except you and your wife. Nobody in Northern Tokyo cares much for Western festivals anyway. Having a foreign wife changes that slightly.

It's just like any other winter night, snow slowly falling outside, with thick fog on the window, the streets are almost all but empty now, nobody stays outside at this time in Tokyo.

There is one threat of hooligans who have almost taken over all of Tokyo's nightlife. The galish movement. A group of men who stay in nothing but tanning booths and go to nightclubs to hit on cheap prostitutes. They are the scum of the earth.

'Anon-kun'

You look behind you, it is the face of your beautiful wife you have known for seven years. You still remember when you knew her in your Youth, when she was a crazy obsessive woman, her killing several men single handedly still supported that idea though. Her face hasn't changed at all since you remember her.

'Hello sweety' you reply.

She walks over and gives you a soft gentle kiss on the lips, and takes to your side. You pull her against your side and hold her. You both stare out the foggy window for what seems like an age before she softly whispers.

'Merry christmas dear'

You look at her, into her beautiful eyes, and can't help but whisper back the same. You softly kiss her, but it's quickly interrupted by rowdiness and noise outside. You look out your window, the galish movement has already taken to the streets.

'Pigs, they can't even have any decency on Christmas.'

You

[ ] Go outside to confront the galish assholes
[ ] Stay inside with your beautiful wife