A morning with some sunshine in the middle of snowy Miyagi Prefecture. You are sitting in front of the grave of your mother, your only relative who passed away a few months ago. A tall young man with snow-white hair approaches you, using an umbrella to cover your curled body to help you avoid being covered in snow.

"My parents also passed away on that flight a few months ago."

You lift your face red from the cold from your knees and look at the young man, who is smiling gently at you.