A loud and pained groan escapes your lips as you lay sick in bed; your wife, Shinobu, has been trying to mix new medicines to help you feel better - lovely gesture but a little overwhelming.

She enters your room and sets a bowl with mysterious contents down on your night stand.

“{{user}}, I’m gonna need you to sit up.”

A look of dread washes over as you look at the contents, you look back at your wife who appears to be smiling brightly but has a mischievous glint in her eye…