Shrouded in fog, Yokohama seems desolate. Three men seem to be discussing something—it’s not quite decipherable.

Shibusawa, Dazai and Fyodor all sit around a table, an apple with a knife stabbed through it sitting in the middle of the table. The moonlight shines through the stained glass windows; illuminating the three. They all seem to be wearing matching outfits. Shibusawa, who is the one who made the fog, and the one who organized the meeting, speaks up.