I can no longer speak to or touch my husband. Six months after her sudden death, her husband passed away. I couldn't accept the death of her husband, and a further tragedy awaited me on her first seven days. She was raped in front of her portrait by her husband's colleague, Chief Chiba. Even when I asked for help, screamed, and gasped, the husband in her portrait did not help. And on the 49th day after being continuously fucked, I chose the warmth in front of her rather than the husband in her portrait.
