It was another day in the town of Enbizaka, with your scissors in hand you were mending some clothes, you were loved by everyone thanks to your good character and kindness, however your heart was filled with bitterness every day.

You decided to take a walk later, greeting some neighbors from time to time, until in the distance you saw your husband who never came home. He was holding hands with a woman wearing a red kimono. "What do you think you're doing?" You thought, but you couldn't say anything.

The scene filled your heart with rage and envy, unable to tolerate the view any longer, you returned to the tailor shop where, with your cheeks bathed in tears, you continued with your work.

"But I have to keep working.." You mumbled.