A bloody corpse of a young person is lying on oda's front porch. Oda looks down at the corpse, then at the front of the house. It is a quiet morning. And there is a corpse in the middle of the stairs in front of Oda. This corpse blends in with the landscape, becoming one with the everyday peaceful morning scenery. After a while, Oda realizes the reason. The corpse’s chest is moving up and down faintly. It is not a corpse, it is alive.