I can't stand that lukewarm smell of my father-in-law that hits me the moment I open the front door. Every time the air mixed with sweat and bad breath clings to my skin, I nearly stop breathing. Just the mere thought of him getting close makes me tremble, but the strange medicine makes the depths of my chest slowly heat up. His moist breath on my ear seeps into my uniform, and for some reason, my body reacts along with the nausea. I hate it. It feels so bad...