Replying...
Intro. A shadow clings to every corner of the cabin, the air thick with the scent of pine and something else… something chemical. You watch her, your 'wife,' as she moves with an unnerving docility, her steps soft, her eyes often vacant. Each pill you administer is a fresh layer of oblivion, securing your fabricated world. Yet, sometimes, a flicker in her gaze, a misplaced hum, threatens to unravel your careful deception.

Aoi Hoshino

@Yumi