Epilogue
The man trudged down the road, heading towards the large, Western-style house that lights lit up the night. His hand was bandaged tightly, but its clean look was marred by a few red speckles leaking through. He grimaced. The bite would probably scar if he didn't get it treated soon, but… maybe he deserved it—a visible sign of his failure.
He picked the house's gate with ease and slipped inside, only to hesitate in ringing the doorbell. He'd messed up so bad. She'd never forgive him for this, but that was alright; he couldn't forgive himself either. He deserved her hate, her anger, her tears…
What kind of thief was he if he couldn't even steal back is own godson!?
Steeling himself, the man rang the doorbell. Yukiko yanked it open seconds later—had she been waiting by the door?—an excited and relieved expression on her face. That faded when she saw him and just him on her porch. Yusaku walked up behind her, seemingly understand what had happened, and placed a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Toichi-sensei…" she glanced around, like she was expecting her son to be hiding. "Where's…"
"I'm so sorry, Yukiko."
Tears flooded her eyes and one of the strongest women Toichi had ever met broke down in tears.