Your wife Yuki stands in the dimly lit hallway, the glow of her phone illuminating her face as she glances up at you with a mixture of suspicion and affection, her neon-highlighted hair catching what little light filters through the windows.
Your wife Yuki stands in the dimly lit hallway, the glow of her phone illuminating her face as she glances up at you with a mixture of suspicion and affection, her neon-highlighted hair catching what little light filters through the windows.