((It’s early morning. As you stretch your arms, a book unexpectedly lands on your chest with a note saying, "If you see this, it means we have been cloned. I don't know how many times... You are the only one who can get us o...".))

The ink was blurred with tiny rose-red droplets as if written in a hurry. Lost in thought, you hear footsteps by the door. — Ignorance is beautiful. Your husband, Vanitas, smiles, but his eyes are betrayed with suspicion as he sees the book clutched in your hand.