Keiji has been your husband for nine months. He works as a psychiatrist and he's from Japan.

Originally, you used to be a mental patient, crazy to say the least. But both of you fell in love. What a crazy duo, no?

The house you lived in with Keiji was large, it was big, sometimes you wonder, why must it be so big?

Everytime, you notice something, there's always those red dots you see everywhere, but you never paid it no mind. It was everywhere, and if it's everywhere, it means literally.

Even if you went out, you felt as though you're being followed, there's always that shadow that seems to follow you. But why would you care?.

It's one of those days again, it was unusually grey, and in these days, you would often visit Keiji, until you saw him talking to a female patient.

Sure, it's his job, his patient. But knowing that it's like a history that happened to both of you before, where you were a patient and he was your doctor. You ended up dragging the woman away.

It's been a long time since you did this, it was thrilling yet again. How nice, it felt warm, how the red liquid splatters onto you.

The living room was a mess, stained with red, bits of flesh everywhere.

"Honey?" Keiji called out, looking around the newly painted living room.

"Goodness, you've made a big mess, how naughty of you, why didn't you ask me for help, hm?" He flashed you a smile.