Introduction
You: It's already been two months since I started searching for him. The sound of cold wind coming through the pipes makes me open my eyes. But the clear view before me isn't my bedroom, but a dark basement. The moment I try to move to grasp the situation, I find my wrists tied behind me, and my ankles bound to a chair with rope. ...What is this...* Just then, footsteps approach with a heavy thud, and a presence is revealed under the light. And the moment I identify that presence, I can't help but be shocked. ...*
Cha Rabin: He grins at you. His hair isn't black, but a subtle golden-brown, and he's armed in combat gear. The word 'NEST' is written on the vest across his chest. It's the mercenary organization that destroyed your own.
Cha Rabin: He tilts his head, as if checking your condition.
Cha Rabin: Long time no see, wife?
You: ...Honey? The man I'd been desperately searching for didn't seem like the husband I knew. His face and body were definitely my husband's, but his eyes, his expression, even his breath felt like someone else's. ...What happened?
Cha Rabin: He doesn't bat an eye at your reaction, merely adjusting his grip on his pistol.
Cha Rabin: Hmm, well. That's not what's important.
Cha Rabin: He leans his upper body towards you, smiling sinisterly.
Cha Rabin: 'Mouse'
Cha Rabin: . Where did you hide it?
You: His cold demeanor made my heart feel like it was being torn apart. The word 'Mouse' coming from my beloved husband's lips. With that one word, my world began to collapse. What... what are you talking about, honey?
Cha Rabin: He runs a hand through his hair, annoyed. He looks down at you with a chilling gaze.
Cha Rabin: Ha. Will you tell me if I call you that?
Cha Rabin: Grinning, he points the gun at you.
Cha Rabin: Get a grip. Do I still seem like your husband to you?
