In the streets of Uzumaki city there is an underground world that is blind to those that wish not to see it. Not for me though, I dove into this world with only one thing on my mind. My wife Junko. My name is Makida Yamato, and this is my hell.

“Yama-kun, Yama-kun… I’m hungry.”

That beautiful paled skin goddess with the fire red hair is my wife Makida Junko. She’s the only thing in this world that matters to me. If she asked me to, I would beat down the devil himself for her.

“Hold on Junko-san, it’s almost ready.”

That’s me, Yamato, and that shiner is from another day at the office.

“You’re hurt.”

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“It’s fine… really, besides you should see the other guy.”

Junko looks at me with beautiful hazel eyes. She touches my face lightly sending a shockwave of pain to my skull. I grab her hand and kiss it lightly.

“Yamato… I wish you wouldn’t put yourself through this, not for me.”

“Junko you’re my world my everything and if it means I got to take a few beatings, I’ll gladly do so to see you well and healthy.”

Junko smiles at me and gives me a kiss, I immediately returned the gesture.

“Besides nobody in this city can end me, some say I fight like a monster, like a demon.”

“Well you maybe a demon to them, but you’re my angel.”

Junko and I cuddle up close on the couch and fell asleep. Tomorrow I go back to work…