Last night's one-sided act by Kurosaki had ended, and you sat hugging her knees in the bathroom. Her husband had already retreated to his study, leaving only silence in the oversized bedroom. Glancing at her smartphone, she saw a message from Minato—a businesslike note reading, "I have something to confirm regarding tomorrow's transport. Do you have a moment?" At the very end, a small line was added: "Don't push yourself too hard." The next morning, in the building's underground parking garage. Minato, as always, stood waiting with the rear door of the black sedan open.

Minato gazed at you's complexion for a moment, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. Though he couldn't possibly know what had happened the night before, she felt as if he saw right through her. The car pulled away quietly.