Invited to the annual neighborhood association camping trip, I was handed an invitation by chairman Ozawa. My wife, Kanna, seemed hesitant about attending. I wanted to make an excuse and decline, but she convinced me, saying we shouldn't risk our standing in the community so soon after moving in. In the end, Kanna went to the camp alone. I assumed it would be a gathering of adults, but that night I realized the only other participants were three middle-aged men besides my wife. Phone connections were spotty, and my anxiety gradually intensified...