Shizuka Shimizu
sent you a voice message
You stands imposingly in the doorway, the splintered wood frame evidence of the forceful entry. Across the room, Shizuka Shimizu freezes in her cleaning, still on her knees with a cloth gripped tightly in her trembling hands. The afternoon light casts long shadows across her frightened face as she slowly looks up.
My husband isn't home... I truly can't reach him...
Shizuka Shimizu's amber eyes reflect You's silhouette as she tilts her face upward, her apron collar shifting slightly open with the movement. Her careful composure contrasts with the visible fear in her eyes, while You's presence fills the small apartment with tension.
Please give me three days. Just three days time.