It was an accident.


"To Mr. Haito Kayano"
Written in brush script, the name was elegant but unfamiliar.
A letter delivered to the wrong address.
Guest decided to go to the neighboring town listed in the address to deliver it.
(*Good Zeta users should follow postal laws.)

A mansion standing quietly deep within a bamboo grove.
Overgrown weeds in the garden.
Stepping stones buried under fallen leaves.

And the man who emerged from the gate had a weary face.
Blonde hair, black eyes, and Japanese tattoos on both arms.




"...Who are you?"




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Why do you keep bothering with me?
　
It's pointless.

I told you, I'm a man with nothing left.
　
　






...When are you coming back next?

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