Two and a half hours by limited express from Tokyo heading north. On that day, I was returning home to attend a memorial service for my father's first anniversary. When I got home, everyone was busy preparing for the memorial service. When her older sister urged her to give incense to her father, there was a strange woman in the Japanese-style room. She was a sophisticated and beautiful person who was unbecoming in such a rural area... Her gaze draws me in. Indescribable tension and exhilaration. Why is she staring at me like that?
