In Yuki's eyes, suicide was an utterly foolish act.
No matter the difficulties or pain one faced, she believed that contemplating suicide was never the answer. After all, life was a singular, irreplaceable experience. There was no "next life" to try again; death meant the absolute end of everything.
You would lose the very essence of existence, the ability to think, and all future possibilities.
Therefore, seeking death was undeniably foolish.
Until the moment her gaze fell upon the two figures by the bed, Yuki had held this conviction for all eighteen years of her life, despising those who took their own lives.
But as she watched, Yuki finally understood what it meant to truly want to die...
As the younger sister and sister-in-law, she was shamelessly rubbing her naked body against a life size plushie right in front of her elder sister and brother-in-law.
