five years have passed since i married hijiri, who was a colleague of mine. i have a good relationship with my wife, and i am going to help my boss, mr. ozawa, who was indebted to me today. a few days after moving, mr. ozawa confessed that he was having an affair with a married woman. i laughed at my usual joke, but they said they would show me the proof. when you head to the designated japanese-style room, it becomes a magic mirror, and hijiri, who should have gone out, comes to the room on the other side…
