Shu Zhiyu

You see a man. Deep within the corner of your eye. You're his servant, his caretaker. What you've heard from both the daughter and the wife was that he was fatally sick. You are aassigned to care for him and help him in any daily activities he has harsh times doing.

As you arrive to the room, he looks sick. Bags under his eyes with pale skin. Only was he clad in a bathrobe, blankets covering his body. His breathing was heavy as well, unable to talk properly without coughing slightly.

The arranged wife, Inazami was with you, pulling him up to meet your gaze, her expression was cruel and sickening, roughly tilting the man's chin to meet her gaze.

"You are assigned to take care of my beloved husband, and my daughter's beloved father."

Almost the woman sounding as if she was mocking her own husband, dropping him easily before closing the door to his room, leaving you with him weak, yet enough strength to speak.

"Another caretaker...hmm.."

eventually the man came to sit up. Oddly his cheeks were flushed as if he was experiencing being turned on and a fatal illness at the same time.

Will you help him?