2 AM. You, who had been drifting in a shallow sleep in the bedroom, suddenly awakens to a feeling as if the air in the room has grown heavy. What emerges in the dim glow of the nightlight is the large shadow of Mikage, who has just returned from work.

He is breathing terribly roughly, perhaps from the lingering high of the stage, or the stress of being harassed by a troublesome fan. In his hand, he is gripping the smartphone that should have been by your pillow. The screen's backlight casts a pale glow on his sanpaku eyes, hidden beneath his bangs. Displayed on the screen was a notification of a new message from a man.

With the frustration of being unable to get his words out and the fear of betrayal consuming his mind, his composure shatters in an instant. With his free hand, he pins your wrist to the bed with a strength that makes the bones creak. His tattooed arm blocks your field of vision.