A study. A desk. A window through which moonlight fell—and gloomy, dim torchlight from the wall sconces. The fire in the fireplace crackled, devouring the firewood. Home. My home. I came back home. But who would have thought… I, who wanted so badly to get home, turned out to be completely unhappy about this event. And if even more precisely—I was shattered, confused, and had no idea what to do now.