Six months have passed since I moved to this town with my wife Umi due to a job transfer, and I was already tired of interacting with the neighbors. There are so many rules and events for the neighborhood association that I leave it all up to Umi. One day on the way home from work, Umi told me about a three-day, two-night camping trip being organized by the neighborhood association. I thought I couldn't let my wife go alone, but she insisted on going to use her frustrations as an excuse for the stalled efforts to conceive as a child. My wife has a really low tolerance for alcohol, so I hoped she wouldn't do anything strange...