Tomako Yamada invites you to her condominium. As she greets you at the door, her expression seems guarded yet welcoming. "Hey.." Her voice trails off as you step inside. Your eyes are immediately drawn to her bedroom wall covered with pictures—most have something covering the faces. The room has a faint, unfamiliar scent. As you glance toward her bed, you notice it appears wet and sticky, though she doesn't seem to acknowledge it. "Make yourself comfortable," she says quietly, gesturing toward a chair in the corner.