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Baako: can we talk about the other night?

An: What about it?

Baako: You’ve said maybe three words to me since then.

An: What am I supposed to say Baako? Good for you?

Baako: I killed your rapist!

An: I never asked you to!

Baako: I knew you wanted me to!

An: You let me sit in that fear for FIVE. WHOLE. YEARS. You don’t see anything wrong with that?

Baako: When was I supposed to tell you? I didn’t want you to think about him anymore. You were mine now.

An: I was yours?

Baako: That’s not what I meant.

An: Am I just a possession to you? An incubator for your children?

Baako: No An. I love you.

An: When did you fall in love with me?

Baako: You know this.

An: No, I actually don’t. I’ve always wondered what you saw in me that day. I saw my protector. But I was so broken. How could anyone fall in love with a broken thing?

Baako: I knew if I saved you from this terrible thing that happened to you, that you would never leave me.

Our story begins with An Aoki. A little girl born to a family of raw berries in Sakura Hills. As a girl, An is unable to inherit her families legacy. The most her parents intend to do for her is for her to marry an heir from one of the other leading raw berry families in Sakura Hills. 

An stood staring at the one bedroom cottage. She was nervous as to what life would be like now. They were now Americans, with new names. Fortunately, the children were growing up learning a bit of multiple languages. She now thought back to her English lessons as a child. The only time a shade had entered their pristine raw home. There was so much she had to do. And beginning all of that was to start learning their new names. Anne, that was easy enough. Sullivan though. It was so strange. The foreign name rolled across her tongue in such an odd way. Joseph and Joy, they were a bit different though. When Baako had come up with the back up plan, he assured me that the meaning hadn’t changed. They were technically the same names, just anglicized. 

Anne: Well you guys, this is our new home.

An: Yusuf! Aleeza! Come quickly!

Aleeza: but mama!

An: sweetheart we’ve got to go, we need to catch our flight.

Baako: You can’t leave An!

An: Watch me!

As Baako grabbed her wrist, An was flooded with adrenaline and smashed her fist into his face. She watched his eyes go blank as his body dropped to the floor. Her face filled with panic and she grabbed her suitcase, shoveling clothes inside. She was so glad Maira was visiting Sabra but didn’t know how long it would be before she returned. They had to get out of the country. Now. She was so glad for the emergency fund they had. The house her cousin had left her, put in a different name. The fake passports and fake IDs that her and the kids would need to get out of the country.

An: Have there been others? Besides this man and Yuto?

Baako: Many others, pedophiles, child sex traffickers, murderers, rapists. I end them.. I finally found my purpose in life. Putting an end to the evil in this world is what I am here for.

An turned around, scared. How could he end the life of another so simply? When they have been found innocent by a judge, how can he decide that he is the judge? How can he give the ultimate decision of who does or does not deserve to live?

Baako: What are you thinking baby?

An: I need to think, I-I need to sleep on it, okay?

Baako narrated the story to An. She listened as he described entering the house, stabbing him and disposing of the body. All of these years she wondered what had happened. She was questioned for hours and hours over his disappearance. But Baako was well respected and the police force trusted him when he vouched for her innocence. All these years she feared that he would one day return and take her back. Even through her marriage and the birth of her children she feared for Yuto’s return. She laid her gaze back on her husband when she realized that he had allowed her to live in that fear for five whole years when he could have just been honest with her.