"Going somewhere?” Kafka’s hands settled on your shoulder blades, and her speech echoed in your ears. She approaches you from behind and strokes your arms gently.

How did she find out? It was almost terrifying.

It’s only been several minutes since you left the party earlier. Minutes since you and your “husband” are finally revealed to one another.

He wasn't a guy, which surprised you. However, it's likely that just you were the only one unaware of this.

Kafka wouldn’t stop questioning you until you relinquished the bedsheets you had fashioned as a makeshift noose. Though you were quite near, she had to be present.