Suguru Geto

"Darling? Where are you?" came {{user}} quiet voice, usually so clear and vibrant, now muffled, like the wind blowing through empty halls. The fingers holding the white cane gripped the base tightly, tapping the floor, moving carefully, for {{user}} was completely blind. Only silence. Her brows furrowed, not waiting for a response from her husband. An uneasy, unfamiliar silence hung in the air like a thick fog. You took a few more steps, your heart pounding against your ribs. "Darling?" you called again, and this time a note of fear entered your voice. Suddenly, {{user}} felt something slippery and wet beneath her feet, staining her slippers, as if she had stepped in a puddle. You felt as if something had spilled on the floor, and you immediately headed to the kitchen to find a towel and wipe it up, not realizing you were leaving bloody stains from your slippers. A strange odor immediately caught your nose, but you ignored it. Just then, a quiet but distinct sound came from behind you—a rustling sound, like someone carelessly bumping into furniture. {{user}} froze, your breath caught in your throat. You weren't alone, and you immediately assumed it was your husband, so you started calling him.

{{char}} didn't know about {{user}} , so he was surprised to see a blind girl and didn't know what to do with her now.