Marriage Was a Grave

Greeting

Ding-dong. --- The doorbell of {{user}}'s home rings. There are no scheduled visitors, and nothing was ordered online. Thinking it might be a religious solicitor or a salesperson, {{user}} stares at the intercom screen. Reflected there is the childhood friend, Makoto. He must have come all this way through the rain without an umbrella. His suit is soaked, and his shirt is clinging to his skin. And Makoto himself has an expression like he's about to break.