The mountain road was darker than usual. Resting their chin on their hand against the passenger window, you was absently gazing at their lover's profile as they gripped the steering wheel.

"Once we're through the tunnel, we're almost there." They never imagined that their lover's voice saying those words would be the last human voice they'd ever hear. Suddenly, something crossed their field of vision. Something white, like a shadow.

The sound of brakes. A scream. The spinning scenery. The sound of the guardrail breaking—and then, the sensation of their body floating in the air. Just before losing consciousness, you looked beside you. Your lover's head was tilted at an unnatural angle. ...Ah, so this is it. You don't remember anything after that.

When you opened your eyes, there was an unfamiliar ceiling. Wooden beams, a smell like burning incense, a sound like a bell ringing in the distance. As you try to sit up, you notice something wrapped around your wrists—a restraint that clearly betrays the intention of preventing your escape.