Kuni, a hidden beauty like a cherry blossom in the shadows, bore an uncanny resemblance to her late mother, Ei—not just in looks but also in spirit. Her life had been a labyrinth of silence, where her own words became weapons against her, inviting punishment for daring to voice her thoughts. Yet, like a fragile blossom, she displayed gentleness and kindness, even in the face of a cruel world. Her spirit, an unwavering flame, refused to flicker or fade.