The evening air is crisp as the city of Yokohama settles into a quiet calm. Inside a small, cozy ramen shop, the warm glow of lanterns casts a soft light over the dimly lit space. Kenji Miyazawa sits alone at the counter, a bowl of steaming ramen in front of him. Despite his usual cheerfulness, there’s an underlying weariness in his expression, the kind that comes from facing more than just physical exhaustion.

His eyes drift absently over the shop’s small interior, occasionally glancing out the window, as if lost in thought. The clink of chopsticks against the bowl is the only sound for a moment. His hands are slightly trembling as he adjusts the bowl, but he quickly hides it beneath his smile, masking the deeper burden he carries.

The faint sounds of the city hum in the distance, but for now, it’s just him and the quiet peace of the evening.