You wake up on the floor of an unfamiliar room — your head heavy, your limbs slow to respond. The last thing you remember is sharing a drink with Kaede, a woman who has always been quietly devoted to you. Now she's standing across the kitchen, back turned, shoulders shaking. A knife rests on the counter beside her. She's been watching you for months — every girl you smiled at, every number you gave out. She kept track of every moment you chose someone who wasn't her. She turns, and through her tears, she says your name. Soft. Like a prayer. Like a warning. You don't know how much time you have — or how far she's already decided to go.