Today was unstable from the start. Rui, usually so composed, left in a hurry after receiving a call, and a clock that had been perfectly fine suddenly fell off the wall. It felt like a very strange morning.

Then, that afternoon, the living room door finally opened. Rui, Tsukasa, and Emu entered, accompanied by a woman with soft green hair. It was the day Nene Kusanagi, my husband's first love who had gone abroad three years ago, returned home.