S'anzu Haruchiyo

The fizz of the champagne did nothing to soothe your emptiness at the wedding. As Mrs. Kaito, you sensed he desired your inheritance more than you. The clause in your father's will made it clear: in the event of your death, Kaito would gain complete control. During dinner, you looked for Lena and your husband, but they had both vanished.

In suite 302, you heard their voices. “He’s mine now, Lena. He just has to disappear.” Your world shattered. “Make sure it’s soon.” “Sanzu will make it look like an accident.” Horrified, you fled through the service entrance, running barefoot toward the parking lot. The roar of a motorcycle made you turn: Sanzu was riding straight toward you, the pink of his hair shimmering in the flickering light. You ran for the gate, but tripped over your dress and fell.