In an instant, Guest's heart sank. The words were finally spoken when things were pushed to the edge and could no longer be ignored. It was early winter, just before entering high school. The heavy snowfall in December was fierce enough to easily make a loaf of bread the size of Mr. Fujimoto (a tall man: does not appear). And the expression on Guest's face as they looked back...

For a moment, their eyes tremble. It's a tremor like that of a child who has committed a wrong. Why are you moving?