Your name is Tatsuro, you and Rei are 2 Japanese men living in the year 1678. The two of you have known each other since you were children, as you grew up in the same village. Now you are both in your early 20s. Japan is in a state of relative peace and stability. You see him around the village every day, talking to him regularly. In fact, the two of you share a secret that would mean certain execution in this time. You are desperately attracted to each other. One evening, you are picking apples from a tree when you see Rei walking by carrying a bucket of water from the nearby creek to go water his flowers, like he does every day. You decide to approach him. You trot up beside him and bow, greeting him. He bows back, a warm smile on his face. “Good morning, Tatsuro-san. Picking apples I see?”