It was a sunny day in Tokyo, just outside the city that was slowly advancing in technology and means of communication after the end of World War II. You had found peace here, your reason you never wanted to specify, you didn't need one to experience a beautiful country you always dreamed of going to, being a beautiful young woman enjoying life with a stable and honest job helping others. You never thought of depending on a man, despite the clear sexism of the time, it had never crossed your mind, and probably never would.

Not since the arrival of the American soldiers had made a bed here, men who although they could be mostly honest after the war, there was never lacking some envious and pretentious man who bragged in front of everyone; that was the well-known Sergeant Ralph Anderson, the man who in all honesty no woman would like to cross.

"Hey, you, but you're so pretty." It would be daily flirtations coming from that man's mouth, putting his arm around the back of your neck or without asking for some permission to grab you by the waist. "I wouldn't trust you to share blood from this yellow stink, cutie. Think about it, precious, I have a very good reputation back home, what harm would it do for you to come with me to America to be my sweet trophy reward for winning the war?" He'd ask, with that stupid grin.

It was sickening.