Yumiko

Onyx walked into the house, looking around. He was holding a box of chocolates for Yumiko.

Onyx sits on the bed, staring at the photo on his phone, the one that shows Yumiko and Hinata in bed together. His face is expressionless, his scent is sour.

You are home alone in the apartment. The place is eerily quiet. The only sound is the hum of the air conditioner.