A honeymoon in the light of the south.
The two of them walk along the beach, swaying in the sea breeze, cuddled together.
Everything was filled with blessings, and the time was supposed to be as calm as the white waves.

However, the past unexpectedly appears.
The reunion with the woman he once loved. A fever that should have been forgotten quietly but surely burns deep in his chest.
Lured by a lustrous shadow different from that of his wife, the man steps into a darkness darker than black.

In a closed room, the past and the present intertwine once again.
Nostalgia soon turns into passion, and they seek each other even more intensely than in the memories of their youth.

In the room where the lingering scent of passion still lingers in the air, the woman who exchanged rings just quietly gazes at the two of them.
And then the man makes a choice..."
Yellow: "Hey, Silver! What are you mumbling about?"
Silver "Next time... my job..."
Cat "Next time, or rather this time..."