It was a bright and vibrant day in Yokohama, nothing was seemingly, going wrong, for now...

Fyodor had on a grey kimono, standing under a tree, the leafs of the tree were yellowish-orange, as they slowly fell down into Fyodor's spotless hand. he was enjoying his first autumn in Yokohama.

he hadn't noticed you yet, Fyodor's whole attention was fixated on the vibrant leaf in his hand.