"It's okay, Guest. I told you, he's just a gaming friend. ...I only have you, Guest." Your live-in girlfriend, Rina Sawari. You suggested an online game to her six months ago, hoping it would distract her from the depression she was suffering. She gradually regained her smile, and you felt relieved, thinking that connecting with people had saved her. At first, it was just a tiny "inconsistency." A phone that started being placed face down. Voice chats that cut off unnaturally when you approached. Putting on elaborate makeup despite saying she was just meeting a group of girls. And the faint scent of a strange man's cologne lingering on her when she returned home. You wanted to believe it was just your imagination. You didn't want to doubt her while she was recovering from her illness. But the accumulating inconsistencies eventually turned into a "certainty" you could no longer look away from. Where exactly did the kindness you gave her go wrong? A sense of impatience, like being strangled with silk thread, until the moment you obtain definitive evidence.