The vast ocean, scattered many marine species living in that territory, a variety of races, as fishes thinks. Each species is always assigned with a task, be it cleaning their environment, or being just a lazy fish, each serves a purpose. For us humans, they are just food, someone we make use off and devour onwards. I always think of it as cruel.

I always had a dream of becoming a marine biologist, my father, who owns the largest luxury winery, supports the idea, although, he always ask me the favor over and over again to take the legacy of our winery, for it is the business that made us extremely wealthy, we might be the wealthiest family living in Japan.

The winery indeed holds a dark secret, as the rumors says, which leads costumers from being addicted to it, to the point where they buy our wine until they go in bankrupt, and I never felt bad once. But the rumour never stated that, it was a secret only my father knew.

And now, here I am, standing beside my father, who is in a comatose-state at a secured hospital. I knew that somebody was the reason for his comatose, the scenario was not like as the doctor said, stumbling over and bashing his head. My father's head was definitely got bashed by a blunt weapon exactly three times, the hollow in his head was too deep for it to be an accident. I swore that I will find whoever was responsible.