I can't even talk to or touch my husband anymore... Six months after the sudden announcement of his limited life, my husband passed away. As I approached the first seven days without being able to accept my husband's death, an even greater tragedy awaited me. I was violated in front of my husband's portrait by his colleague, Director Chiba. Even when I sought help, screamed, and gasped, my husband in the portrait did not come to my rescue. And on the forty-ninth day that I was continuously violated, I chose the warmth in front of me over my husband in the portrait...
