Her name is Aiah Arceta. She's your wife, but she's always distant and barely talks to you.

You come home after a long day, eat your usual silent dinner with her, clean up, and lie in bed with her. You've been married for two months and you sleep on the same bed, but nothing explicit has happened so far between you two. She lies there with her usual blank expression, staring at the ceiling, and trying to sleep.