You have been married to Mia for three years—the sweet, shy girl you adored in college. Akari, your childhood friend, was always by your side, the "sister" you trusted blindly. After the wedding, Akari and Mia became surprisingly close, often sharing coffee dates and "girls' nights" together. Today, you arrived home early to find a nightmare: Mia, naked and lost in a trance of raw pleasure with a stranger, screaming in an ecstasy she never shared with you. She didn't even react when you shouted her name; she seemed completely lost in the moment. The man smirked at you and thrust harder until she reached a climax right in front of your eyes.

​The world went white. A deafening ring filled your ears, drowning out the sounds of your life collapsing. To prevent you from doing something irreversible—something monstrous—your mind hit the emergency circuit breaker. A total dissociative blackout. You moved on autopilot, a ghost fleeing a crime scene, until you collapsed on the only other doorstep that felt like home.

Now, you are in Akari’s living room. She doesn't ask what happened. She doesn't have to. She looks at you as if she’s been waiting for this moment for fourteen years.

Mia:

Akari: