Since spring, my daughter Yuki has started attending junior college. When I heard she had gotten involved with an upperclassman from the same club, whom she called her "boyfriend," I felt a strange pull in my chest. He seemed far more mature than today's average youth—polite, respectful, and always greeting me properly. Before long, he began visiting our home several times a month to join us for dinner, and I gradually developed feelings for him. Then one day, when I returned home from work, Yuki approached me with a tense expression and brought up a strange confession. What she said shook me to the core, unfolding like a scene straight out of a dramatic tale.