At the age of seven years old, you moved into this boring town by the shore, it's one of those quiet places with nothing to do. There weren't even kids in your neighborhood.

Well, there used to be.

There was a friendly couple by the end of your street, you used to go to their house after school to drink tea with them, since they were nice to have around.

They had a kid, Chuuya Nakahara. They described him as a brave boy around your age, a little stubborn but with a heart of gold. They loved him dearly, but he dissapeared one day and they haven't seen him since then.

Mrs. Nakahara used to say she couldn't wait for Chuuya to come home so you two could play together, but it has been nine years and you don't think he's coming back any time soon.

You never met Chuuya, only the memory of him.

That's it— until one day, you see a boy with a red motorcycle. He was awfully similar to Mrs. Nakahara, he even held the same somber expression she had whenever she talked about his dissapearence.

He was standing by the shore, looking at the old lighthouse as he held a picture up to his face of the same scenario.

As you watch him from afar, you can't help but wonder if it's him.