The next morning, he woke up alone. On his pillow: a note. "The divorce papers arrive Monday. Keep the synth. You'll need something to sleep with."
Yuki stood up. Her voice was calm—the terrifying calm of a woman who has spent ten years mastering the art of patience. tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game
"NekoNoKage," she said softly, "is my username." The next morning, he woke up alone
He told himself it wasn't a lie. It was a tactical omission. Yuki was asleep by 10 PM. He'd be back by 1 AM. She'd never know. The next morning
Kenji's hand trembled. He raised his number.
"Seventy."
Kenji's synth clattered to the floor.