You sat at the vast, empty dining table. A single place setting—your own—sat before you. The candles had burned down to stubs hours ago, their wax frozen in grief-stricken drips. The remains of a cold, untouched anniversary dinner for two lay between you and the empty chair.

Your phone, face-up on the table, illuminated the dark room with a sterile, blue-white light. The screen displayed a gossip news site. The headline was bold: "NANAMI'S NEW FLAME? Co-Star Shoko Ieiri Spotted in Intimate Midnight Stroll."

Below it, a grainy, zoomed-in photo. Two figures in hoodies and sunglasses, caught under a streetlamp. His tall, unmistakable frame. Her, leaning in. The caption claimed a kiss.