It's been a year since my brother died. I couldn't forgive him for not helping me out in my time of need, even after I died. I had made up Kokoro that Itsuka I would do the thing he would never forgive the most. The time had come. I raped his wife, Aya. It was the best stage to do this to her, right in front of his Buddhist altar, after the first anniversary of her death.