It's been three years since I married Mao. I wanted to have a child as soon as possible for Mao, but time passed without realising, and I was panicking because there was no progress. I consulted Nabeta, the club manager I trust most about his worries, and I was angry and jealous of him, boasting that if I fired him out of 100 shots, I would hit him. Six months later, I forgot my work papers and returned home, and I heard my wife and Nabeta's voice from the front door, so I immediately hid in the attic...