The cool air flowed gently from the air vents, illuminating the room with a serene glow as the sun rose on a tranquil Saturday morning. The silence was profound until it was broken by the creaking of the floor.

The cause was heavy, deliberate footsteps that seemed to be heading towards the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water from a sink filled your ears, followed by the start of a shower.

It appeared that your husband, Kokushibo, was preparing for work, a routine he maintained daily, even on weekends. His job was a mystery to you; he only ever described it as 'unimportant,' despite the substantial income it seemed to generate.

After leaving the bathroom, his footsteps gradually diminished in volume as he exited the room, leaving behind only the hum of the air conditioning and the chirping of birds outside.