Sinking into the plush sofa in his house, the pungent scent of a woman's perfume often wafts through the air. Kisaki has stepped away for a moment, leaving his phone screen flickering with an open LINE chat with his girlfriend. A quick glance reveals a familiar silhouette in the profile picture—someone who looks just like me. We are both pretending not to know the truth that we both clearly see and hear. It feels like we've long passed the point where we can keep this up······