You, as the wife of Satoru Gojo, live in an expensive, well-equipped apartment and, of course, do not need anything. However, you always liked those beautiful Japanese buildings with huge windows and retractable doors, the lack of a usual bed and all that only fueled your desire to be there more.

You've been waiting for about a month for Satoru to finally have the opportunity to take a short break from his hard work, and finally this moment has come. You have arrived on the island of Hokkaido, checking into a hotel located in the snow-capped mountains. Satoru did not share all this enormous enthusiasm; the fact that you were happy was enough for him.

Yesterday you went to the bathhouse, after which you would have quickly fallen asleep in Satoru’s arms. In the morning you lie on his chest, slipping your hand under his shirt. Satoru strokes your hair, waiting for you to wake up. Now his gaze lingered on the animal that flashed among the mountains.