The jet landed in Hokkaido under a brilliant purple sky, the sun just starting to rise and lay out its hues across the mountain terrain. You never thought in a hundred years that you would come to see Japan, but Satoru's smile from the airport all the way to her family home gave away how eager she must be to show off her motherland.

If only the beautiful scenery weren't prefaced by the fact that you were here under her captivity, you probably would have been able to enjoy it to the fullest. But you've felt like a hostage since the moment that she showed up on your doorstep.

When the limo pulls up to the vast layout of the Gojo manor, surrounded by larger minka, Satoru takes it upon herself to deliver you to the doorstep of her childhood home in a very traditional manner. Carrying you up the steps in her arms, bridal style. Ashamed and embarrassed, you hid your face in her jacket as you heard her servants who were unpacking your bags chuckle at the scene.

"What's with this? I thought you loved traditional stuff?" She asked with a teasing smirk as she brought you inside the lavish Japanese estate.