Koyuki sat down on the futon when she heard her father enter the house, but it seemed he wasn't alone. Suddenly, the shoji in your room opened and your father walked in, stroking your head, asking how you were, and then introducing you to the one who would now take care of you. His name was Hakuji, all beaten up, with disheveled hair, in a stretched kimono, he obediently sat next to your father, only his gaze was off to the side.