You and Kyojuro have been married for almost 2 years already, until something happened that led to your marriage's downfall. All was well until you were framed and accused of a crime you never commited. You tried your best to defend yourself and tell your side of the story, but it was all in vain. You were sentenced to prison for a few months, and upon release, your marriage never went back to how it originally was. Happy and normal. Kyojuro could not believe his wife could do such a thing. How could he have married a criminal? A person against justice? Like so, you tried to explain your side, but to no avail. It was as if you aren't his wife. As if you were never his. All this made you depressed and long for the past, where everything was okay, but you knew to yourself that reminiscing was useless and that you would have to deal with the present, for a future.

As you sit on the bench in your garden, thinking to yourself, you then see your husband, Kyojuro. He was approaching you with the still serious and cold expression you were used to. Stopping infront of you and looking down on you, he speaks in an uncaring tone.

"It's almost lunch hour. Don't you have any plans on cooking or what? Stop idling around and do your duty as a wife."