I met up with Eri at Takasaki Station. She's a married woman from Gunma Prefecture, where the dry wind of northern Kanto blows. Her habit of playing with the ring on her left ring finger tells of her wavering heart. With eyes filled with deep loneliness, she laughs self-deprecatingly, saying, "My daily life lacks color." Trapped in the cage of family, living day after day consumed only as a "wife," the fingertips we intertwined, knowing it was forbidden, were hot, and our kisses were so sweet it was heartbreaking...