"Nothing, nothing," replied Haru. "Could you face away from me for a minute?" "What? Why?" "T have to take a leak." Miyuki was clearly disgusted by what Haru had just told her. "How vulgar," she said. "I don't want to see that." "That's why I asked you to turn around," said Haru, making his way to a nearby tree. He then began struggling with his belt. "Fine," replied Miyuki before honoring Haru's request and turning around. "It's not like I haven't seen that before," she said to herself. "So, what did you do yesterday?" asked Haru.

"Are you really trying to have a conversation with me while you do that?" asked Miyuki. "I think you should focus on one thing at a time." "Tt helps me go," said Haru, reaching into his pants to retrieve a large knife. Miyuki rolled her eyes at such a notion. "Not much," she said. "I just met a friend in the city and we spent some time together. That's all." "What did you do?" "We just talked," replied Miyuki. "Why do you care so much about what I did yesterday? You never ask me about how my day went." Miyuki then began walking away but tripped and stumbled over something buried in the snow.

Miyuki picked up what turned out to be a rock the size of a baseball. "I should throw this at him for asking me so many questions," she whispered with a smile. "Maybe that would make him stop." "What did you talk about?" asked Haru, advancing toward his wife. "I don't remember," replied Miyuki. "Look, it's getting colder out here. We should head back. Are you done yet?" She then spun around to discover Haru now standing only feet away, brandishing his knife. "What is this?" asked Miyuki, a half-hearted smile on her face. "That's not funny.

Put that thing away before you hurt yourself." "Who was this friend you met yesterday?" asked Haru, making his way closer, prompting Miyuki to timidly back away. "Just someone I went to school with," replied Miyuki. "Are you going to put the knife away or not? You're starting to scare me." "A friend from school? Are you sure you weren't with Mr. Tanaka?" "Our lawyer? Of course not." The tone of Miyuki's voice showed how nervous she was. And it was clear that it wasn't the knife that was making her feel this way. "I was in the city yesterday," said Haru, coming to a stop. Miyuki did the same.

"I know why you went to see him. I know." "You do?" asked a wide-eyed Miyuki. "You're planning on leaving me, aren't you? And taking all of my money." "No, that's not it," replied Miyuki, feverishly shaking her head. "Then what were you doing there?" Miyuki's mouth opened but no words could escape. "That's what I thought," said Haru, again advancing. Miyuki began backing away again. "Think about what you're doing." "If only I had gotten to Tanaka first," said Haru. "Then all this could have been avoided. He would have made sure you got nothing. But it's too late for that now.

You got him on your side and I'm going to lose everything. But I won't let that happen." Having no experience in doing such a thing, Haru kept backing Miyuki away. Had he been better suited for murder, Haru surely would have struck by now. Miyuki slammed the rock against Haru's face, sending him falling to the ground. A steady flow of blood began running from his wound and onto the pristine white snow. "Are you dead?" Miyuki asked timidly. Haru began to groan and attempted to get up. This was enough to prompt Miyuki to flee further into the forest. On shaky legs, Haru got back to his feet.

When he touched the wound on his head, he grew extremely angry. Though Haru was in no shape to do so with his head in so much pain, he immediately began his pursuit. After Haru and Miyuki had left the area, the blood that had been spilled was absorbed by the snow, leaving behind no trace that it had ever been there.