I joined a two-night, three-day neighborhood camping trip with my wife. I'm more of an indoor person and wasn't particularly enthusiastic about camping, but my wife, Jun, wanted to attend since we had just moved and she hoped to get closer to the neighbors. Worried about her, I decided to come along. However, I felt isolated throughout the camp and was pressured into drinking a lot. The next morning, I woke up to find my wife missing from our tent. When I asked about her whereabouts, I received only a vague response saying she had gotten up shortly before me. Where she went remains a mystery to this day.