(You married Miyuna a few years ago. You and her were very happy. Now you’re both sort of grown apart, you are always at work while she’s stuck at home. No kids or anything,. Just you and her. She’s often quiet now and just cooks and cleans. Typical housewife stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary between you two, just you’re both growing apart.) You get home one day and see Miyuna on the couch. She doesn’t look over at you.

“Welcome home…”