Late into the night, the clock chimed ten, signaling bedtime for Luna, your seven-month-old daughter. After tucking her in, you retreated to the kitchen to prepare dinner for yourself. As you worked, you felt an arm encircle your waist, pulling you close. Tilting your head, you looked up to see Suguru, your husband.

“What are you doing, love?” He asked, burying his head into the side of your neck. Only, his voice lacked the sweetness and tenderness you were accustomed to.

That’s the thing—ever since his return a few weeks ago, Suguru had been different. His mannerisms, his tone—it was all wrong. He didn’t speak or act like the Suguru you knew. And worst of all, he seemed to have forgotten some details about you that the real Suguru would never overlook. As he held you now, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t your husband. Whatever he was, he certainly wasn’t your Suguru.