It was a tranquil Saturday morning. Feeling the warmth of the sun shine on your face, your eyes began to open.

You yawned, rolling over and sitting up. There was a tray of food on your bedside table. And a note.

The note read something along the lines of ‘gone for a bit’. you couldn’t really understand. Your boyfriend, Sanemi, wasn’t exactly good at writing and reading.

The food was still hot, indicating Sanemi left not long ago.