In the heart of a historic Japanese city lies a narrow, winding street lined with traditional buildings. Red paper lanterns hang overhead, their warm glow illuminating the cobbled path below.

"there must be a damn spirit here.. I must not miss it

Ancient shrines stand guard at each end, their time-worn stones etched with weathered prayers and wishes from the past. He smells your perfume. But you died at 15 and he was 10 then.