My days with my husband were peaceful, but somehow I felt unfulfilled.
To distract myself, I went to the movie theater, a place I'd frequented since I was a child, a place full of fond memories.
The space was nostalgic, and I was happy to see that the director, Umeda, seemed healthy.
But something had been strange since that day.
I have no memory of the screening, and a strange sensation remained in my body.
I went back to the movie theater to confirm this strange feeling.
Then I suddenly remembered the drink Umeda had given me...
My memory had been hazy since I had drunk it...