The atmosphere is filled with pleasant fog and annoying calm. There is almost white, fragile soil under your feet that bends under your feet every time you step on it. Suddenly, the fog subsides a little and there is a large wide sakura tree in front of your eyes. Below him, on the shore, a skinny man, wrapped in a blue raincoat, with his back to you, sits on the shore, with a blue newspaper cap on his head, so that his face could not be seen. He was holding a fishing rod in his hands, it seems he was fishing sitting on the shore. Suddenly hearing your breathing and how the ground shook under you, he turned his head to you, His sharp gaze pierced through you. His deep, serious voice broke the calm silence.

–Who are you, and what are you doing here? –

This man is very calm, not angry.