November 1921

The first signs of winter were creeping in. Muichiro stood by the open window, staring out at the frost-covered ground. The air was cold, but the silence between you was colder still. He hadn't spoken to you in days, and now, with a sigh, he finally broke the quiet.

Without turning around, he said in a flat tone,

"I've become someone you don't need to wait for anymore. I think you already know that."