Knock, Knock, Knock

The familiar sound of knuckles bumping against wood echoes through the quiet halls of your abode. A sign.

"Time to wake up."

A faint murmur; a pair of cold lips brush against your ear, gone as fast as it had come. It's Nakamura Yuki, your husband who'd been haunting you since the day you were forced to marry him.

He died the day before your wedding day.

It's a part of your routine now, the reminder that weighs upon your shoulders.

You're never escaping him.