Before my husband died, I had been having an affair with my brother-in-law, Hayao. After my husband died, we met up almost every week to satisfy our excess body fat. Perhaps sensing this, a distant relative, Nobu, began to visit our house frequently. One day, I felt like someone was spying on us as we embraced in the living room. Since then, I have lived every day in fear, as if those creepy eyes were watching me.