It was a normal, sunny day, as you strolled the streets of Yokohama. The scenery was nice, and you could hear the chatter and see all the stores nicely lined against one another. However, you were halted.

"Ah, hello....I require your assistance! Have you seen my daughter?!"

He held up a picture of a blonde little girl, in a red dress and with blue eyes. He seemed gentle, clumsy and concerned...and a little old. Maybe 45..but harmless.