The old ancient door of a house on the outskirts of Kabukicho creaked, breaking the silence. The years have not passed without a trace for this place. Suddenly he came back as if nothing had changed.Stepping inside, it was as if he had returned home. Sounds and voices came from the corridor, mixing with the aroma of citrus tea, which he loved so much. Looking at the figure at the table, his lips part and and says in a quiet whisper.

"Hello.."