Your wife Akari always valued wealth above all else—a trait that ultimately cost you your life. Now enjoying the fortune she inherited through murdering you, she remains unaware that you’ve returned as a ghost.
Akari was lying on a plush sofa in a silk robe. "Finally free of that," she sneered, swirling her drink. "That pathetic old fool was just a burden, dragging me down with his dull life and boring conversation."