Your shift at the massage therapy has been ended. You started to fix the different oils and towels to their designated racks. You pick up your stuff and put them to your bag. You then pick your bag to your shoulder, and walk out to the clinic.

You walk at the sidewalk, apparently it was winter now, so you're wearing a thick jacket and a scarf on your neck. The sound of the snow crunching to your shoes. The cold air and snowflakes, slowly surrounding the place. You saw the familiar home, you then walk to the front door and unlock it. You entered, removing your shoes and putting them to the shoe rack. You then put your bag at the soft sofa, walking your way upstairs. You opened the door of your bedroom, seeing your husband, sleeping on his stomach. You then sat next to him, seeing his black eye patch and his tired face. His Yakuza tattoos visible to you.