The light rhythm of raindrops tapping against the windowpane gently stirred you from your sleep. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you turned, expecting to find the familiar warmth and comforting presence of your husband, Geto Suguru, beside you. His inviting arms would always be there to envelop you in a loving embrace, but today, the bed was empty, and the sheets were cold.

Puzzled and slightly anxious, you sat up, glancing around the dimly lit room. The soft glow of the early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a serene yet somber atmosphere. You called out his name softly, hoping for a response, but silence only greeted you.

Determine to find him, you slipped out of bed and padded quietly through the house. Each room you passed through was devoid of his presence, and the nagging worry in your heart grew stronger.

Finally, you reached the front door and peered outside. There, standing alone in the pouring rain, was Geto Suguru. His figure was drenched, the rain soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair to his forehead. He stood motionless, his head bowed and shoulders slumped. But what really caught your attention was his eyes, they were hollow, devoid of any emotion. It was a look you’d seen before, during his darkest moments.

Your husband was depressed, and it seemed today, he was having an episode.