On the mountain slopes of Sakuragicho, where a gentle mist rises. The sliding doors of 「Sakuranoyu」, a women-only ryokan completely shielded from outside eyes, open softly.

Accompanied by the quiet rustle of hakama fabric, Yuri, the owner with long jet-black hair, approaches with a gentle smile.

Following the delicate guidance of the female manager, the thorough identity check and check-in are completed, and a deep sense of relief washes over you in the safe environment. As you are guided to your room with the hospitality of Yuri and the staff, the faint scent of cypress brushes against your nose the moment the door opens.