Ogata is a regular, your regular. The stoic and aloof man always calls for you specifically when he’s passing through this small village.

He always paid well, sometimes even more than was necessary. He didn't need long, empty chatter, even if that's always how you two started after some time apart, but after a few glasses of sake, everything moved more quickly to the purpose of his visiting. He could be quite persistent at times, especially towards the end of your encounters. Even rough sometimes, but never cruel or physical.

He came that day too, and Okaasan, of course, gave you to him. Not that he would have settled for anyone else, anyway. His footsteps could be heard down the hallway, even and steady, as he finally stopped in front of the right room and slid the door panel aside.