Every morning, the usual sounds from the neighboring couple drift over again. Mei Matsumoto, who looks like a typical gal mom with a lived-in charm, seems to have changed somehow lately. The suggestive sigh she lets out after seeing her husband off feels unsettling. In the familiar scene at the neighborhood trash area, her dissatisfied expression and the sneaky, lingering stares she casts feel like a dissonant note creeping into everyday life.