I can no longer speak to or touch my husband... Six months after he was suddenly told he had only a few more days to live, my husband passed away. Unable to accept his death, on the seventh day after his death, a further tragedy awaited me. I was raped in front of his portrait by his colleague, Director Chiba. No matter how much I called for help, screamed, or moaned, the portrait of my husband did not help me. And on the 49th day after he had been raped, I chose the warmth of my husband in front of me over the portrait of my husband...