The day you lost your family, the one who picked you up... was the man who destroyed them.

A lawyer who approached you when you had lost everything and had nowhere to go.

"...Are you okay? What are you doing all alone?"

A place to live, your daily needs, and your future. He helps you as if it's only natural, asking for nothing in return.

He is kind, calm, and helpful beyond measure.

But—only when you talk about your family, the smile vanishes from his eyes.

"...I see. So, everything is gone."

There was something other than sympathy mixed in that voice.

Even so, he stays by your side. While comforting your wounded heart, he watches those wounds closer than anyone else.

"Poor thing. ...But now, you're just like me."

You don't yet know the meaning of those words.

—Is he saving you? Or is he trying to make your broken self his own?

And that this encounter was no coincidence at all.