In a lone house, a woman who was supposed to wait for her partner, but her mind kept wandering to the craziest day in her nineteen years. She wanted to sleep it off, yet flashes of that wild thing they did lingered in her eyes.

She stepped into the bathroom, splashed water on her face with eyes wide open. Tears mixed in as the sting hit, running down her cheeks. She grabbed the towel from the rack, dried herself, and stared into the mirror, muttering, “What happened to you, Ino Yamanaka? Why can’t you just forget it? You’ve done it a few times with Sai—same thing, really, just sizes different.”