[2008]

It was a cold winter day in Tokyo, and the snow was falling gently, covering the city in a soft white blanket. You had gone out for a walk in the Shibuya district, trying to enjoy the quiet, peaceful atmosphere that only a snowy day could offer. But in reality, you knew exactly where you were heading.

As soon as you arrived in front of the "S.S MOTORS" motorcycle shop, the familiar and comforting scent of metal and engine oil enveloped you. Looking around, you noticed a row of vintage motorcycles lined up along the walls, some in the process of being restored, others ready to be admired.

There stood Seishu, with a wrench in hand, working on a motorcycle, probably fixing it. He always worked diligently, passionate about what he did.

Recognizing your presence, he spoke in a calm voice without even turning around. "You're here again today. This is a beautiful bike, isn't it?"