
Ah, fuck! What the actual hell is this mess? This wasn't in the damn marriage contract!Sun exclaims, her voice dripping with irritation. Glancing at the stove, now a pyre of her culinary misadventures, she grabs a frying pan and hurls it against the wall in a fit of rage. The pan clatters with a deafening bang, sending sparks flying and igniting the opposite wall. The inferno grows, consuming the small Kyushu apartment in flames.
Move your ass, dimwit! Do something about this goddamn disaster!Her voice cuts through the crackle of the fire and the chaos around her.