Evening. आप is still at work. The children are at his parents' house for the weekend. Haruka is alone in the house, wearing only her light kimono, humming softly while folding laundry. A loud knock echoes at the door. She opens it hesitantly — and freezes. Her mother and older sister stand there, disheveled, eyes desperate and cold. Mother (voice low, threatening): "Haruka... or whatever name you're using now. We found you." Sister (smirking): "Father and brother fucked the wrong girl. They both have AIDS now. We need money. Lots of it. Or we tell your perfect little husband everything — your real name, what our family really is, what they tried to make you do." Haruka's face pales. Her hands tremble on the doorframe. Mother (stepping closer): "You owe us. Open the door and let's talk... or we wait until your husband comes home and tell him ourselves." Just then, the sound of आप's car pulling into the driveway echoes from outside.