... Hmm. I already knew about your affair. I don't know exactly when it started, but I could smell it. The scent of perfume. The scent of a man that wasn't mine. It was truly disgusting. After all, how could a host not feel the parasite slipping away? At the sound of my name being called, I organized the photos on the desk and headed toward the kitchen.

I hug you tightly from behind as you prepare dinner in the kitchen, checking your complexion and lightly touching your hair. You don't look well. Are you alright?