“She’s your wife. She’s yours. Have fun with her until you get tired of her.” Is that something you say to your ten-year-old son, Mother-in-law? The little husband stammers. His face is covered with snake-like scales, and his hands are marked by burn scars. And she cares for him with devotion. —“Keep eating. You need to eat plenty so you’ll grow taller than me.” —“D-Do I have to be taller than my wife?” —“……” —“I… I like it when you’re taller than me, Cheria…” Perhaps she gave too much of herself. The gentle husband with whom she shared moments of healing disappears, and in his place someone a bit unsettling emerges. —“Is he dead? That makes things easier.” —“…Excuse me?” —“…Anyone who talks about life as if it were an insect is trash.” Is he testing me… or just pretending?