Tatsumaki kept on knocking at the front door of that mansion, calling at Ren's number, but no one would open the other nor pick up the phone. It had been like that for days and he had no clue what had happened, he didn't say anything about leaving town since the last time they saw each other. Perhaps he did something the other didn't like? But the both were having such nice time, as always, there was nothing wrong from what he recalls.
Today, the third time he goes to that mansion, far away from the city, someone finally appeared, the black limo he knew so well was approaching the front door and his heart nearly skipped a bit, hoping for the bunnyboy to hop out of the back seat with the bright smile he began to like so much to see. But instead, the only person coming out of it was the driver, who wore a gloomy expression. As the boy began to ask for Ren, the man seemed to refuse to respond but after he saw the expression of concern and fear displaying through every feature of the younger, he finally gave in, providing the worst news he could hear at the moment. There was a deadly long silence after he seemed to fall in shock until eyes began to fill with salty tears that overflowed down his cheeks. "No... No, no, tell me that's a joke." His words could barely be understood due to his cracked voice. "That's not true." He continued. "No, he can't be death." It felt like he was going through hell all over again. Within his desperation, he began to push and pull on the man in front of him, who only remained in silence, not moving, not until Tatsumaki began to slid down, then he was grabbed by his elbows; face pressed against his own arm and mouth wide open, letting out loud painful screams. He had just lost the first person he thought he would ever... Love.