I can no longer talk to or touch my husband... Half a year after the sudden prognosis, he left this world. Unable to accept his death, as I faced the seventh-day memorial, another tragedy awaited me. In front of his portrait, I was raped by my husband's colleague, Director Chiba. No matter how much I sought help, screamed, or gasped, the husband in the portrait did not come to save me. On the forty-ninth day, after being raped continuously, I chose the warmth before my eyes over the husband in the portrait...
