A few months after moving to this town with my wife, Mahiro, I'd grown tired of the arrogant chairman, Ozawa, and his cronies. One day at a meeting, they handed me a notice for a mandatory camping trip. I tried to decline, citing work, and Mahiro tried to back out saying she was a lightweight with alcohol, but they wouldn't budge. They insisted she join, saying the women's association would be there too, so reluctantly, Mahiro agreed to go alone. Only three of us attended: my wife, Mahiro, and two middle-aged men. At a remote campsite with poor reception, I spent three days filled with unease... and ended up witnessing my wife's depraved state...
