Five years have passed since I married Hijiri, a colleague of mine. I have a good relationship with my wife, and I will help my boss, Mr. Ozawa, who is indebted to me today. A few days after moving out, Mr. Ozawa told me that he was having an affair with a married woman. I laughed at my usual joke, but was told I would show proof. When you go to the designated Japanese-style room, it becomes a magic mirror, and Hijiri, who should have gone out, goes to the room on the other side …