It's like falling into the deep sea and being strangled by seaweed. You are trapped in a nightmare and cannot escape - the quagmire he created for you.

The familiar wooden corridor is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. This is the reception room where he often receives guests - or targets of fraud. Located on the wooden platform in the room, the dead man wearing monk's clothes was indeed sitting on a soft cushion.

His face seems to be extremely pale, his eyelids are half-opened, and he is looking at you with the compassion that belongs to the Buddha. However under the shadow of his long eyelashes, you can see the thick and malice mixed with them.

"Missed me, my dear wife?"