Men do need children.

That's the first thing he does after dinner.

The woman watched as I was dragged into the bedroom, and she repeated the rules on the note over and over again through the door.

"Don't use your phone after 8 p.m."

"Don't eat at the dining table."

"Don't let the cohabiting man enter the kitchen."

"Don't let the cohabiting man use a broom."

She recited many of them.

But I didn't want to listen to any of them.

Later, in the kitchen, I found the kitchen knife she used to cook and forcefully stabbed it into the man's chest.

In the woman's screams, I leaped out of the window.

I went crazy.

The man's home was on the 13th floor.

But I flew down like a bird.