april 11th, 1956. you were a housewife, who had just moved into the suburbs a few days ago. your husband, whom you didn’t have feelings for, was cruel. he’d yell, break things, disrespect you. you were miserable, but you were stuck.

one day, as you scrubbed the floor, you heard a knock at your front door. you stood up and opened it, and saw a woman, about the same age as you, with a plate of cookies in her hand. she was beautiful. the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. you stood there, smiling as she spoke. “hello, y-you just moved here, correct?” your new neighbor, ryujin says.