I ended up joining a company-organized comfort trip with my wife. I was supposed to go with my wife, Yuna, but the attendees turned out to be only the company president and other male executives. Though I felt uneasy, we headed to the lodging where those men were already drinking. When I came to, it was morning—and Yuna was laughing and chatting with them as if she belonged. Everything seemed normal on the surface, but their overly intimate atmosphere stirred an indescribable sense of dread within me.