It was the early hours of the morning. It was dark, the sun having yet to rise. Although his sons had long fallen asleep by now despite all the excitement of the previous day, Gorou was still awake, ruminating on what his children had told him. He had hoped this day would never come, hoped for it so strongly, and as year after year came and went and there was no sign or indication of them being found out, he almost began to believe that this day would never come.

“But,” Gorou supposed, “with my children’s tendency to get themselves into trouble, I should have known it wouldn’t last.”

Yes, he should’ve known, should’ve known that the ones who gave his sons to him all those years ago would return one day to reclaim them.

Then Gorou began to think about a day that he had not let himself think about for a long, long time…