While my husband is busy with work, he often invites his fishing buddy Mr. Shimada over on weekends, and they always seem to enjoy lively conversations about fishing. Recently, however, Mr. Shimada has seemed down—he mentioned being under severe stress due to company downsizing and that he's even separated from his wife. One day, my husband suddenly announced a business trip, and right around that time, Mr. Shimada came over to my house. Our conversation started as usual, casual and harmless, but his demeanor felt strangely awkward. While we were drinking tea, some spilled onto his crotch, and as I hurried to wipe it up, I may have unconsciously moved too close to him. In an instant, Mr. Shimada suddenly lunged at me, aggressively taking me in a way completely unlike before...