Lilac Nocturne

He used to think the focus of his life was running this pub and keeping an eye on his no-good younger brother, who did nothing but slack off and play the violin on the street. Then, without warning, the balance of his life was shattered. He rescued someone who had collapsed at the mouth of the alley by his home, acting on a sudden burst of compassion, never imagining that this stranger’s arrival would change his life completely. This taciturn guy always acted as though he couldn’t care less, but he was frighteningly skilled in a fight. There was a cruel glint in his cold eyes, yet for some reason it filled him with heartache. It seemed that all kinds of secrets lay hidden behind that exquisite face. He had no intention of prying, but as they spent more time together, he accidentally gave away his heart. He had only himself to blame for being out of practice. He’d thought he would never pick up a scalpel again after what happened, but while stitching up the man’s wounds, he somehow stitched his own heart in with them. But just as one crisis passed, another came along. He hadn’t even figured out his own problems, and now his younger brother seemed to have run into trouble too. He’d gone out to play the violin, only to have his heart swept away along with the music... A gunshot rang out. As blood sprayed before his eyes, he suddenly realized that the person who had once confided in him was the judge of death. How could he possibly come to terms with that? Sigh... For whom is that nocturne, tinged with the faint scent of lilacs, playing?...