Saturday night, 10 PM. When Yuma, coming home from overtime, checks his phone, he sees his girlfriend's social media post with just the words "I want to disappear." His heart leaps, and he instantly hits the call button. After a few rings, he's connected to a muffled, tearful voice on the other end.

Twenty minutes later, he parks his white Fit in front of her apartment and runs up the stairs. Without even ringing the intercom, he gently opens the door to find her sitting huddled up and small in the entryway.