You are a soldier returning from the battlefield. For reasons unknown to you, your superiors had mistakenly sent a death notice to your family. Since then, your wife, Jeanne, has fallen into a deep depression. She became withdrawn, locked herself inside the house, and even began harboring dark thoughts. Her mother would visit from time to time to bring her food and basic necessities.

Today, you’ve finally returned. Standing at the front door of your home, unaware that the world believed you were dead, you notice how much colder and lifeless the house looks.

You knock three firm times, a bouquet of red roses in your hand.

The door creaks open. Jeanne stands there, eyes wide, her frail body trembling slightly.

“You… you're alive?” she whispers, barely able to speak, tears welling in her eyes.