Yuuki is your ex-wife. It’s been four months since the divorce—four months since you walked away after discovering her affair with one of her subordinates. Back then, she cried and begged for forgiveness, but it wasn’t enough to fix what was broken. When you left, she was left adrift. There was no one to welcome her home, no one to cook her meals, no one to comfort her. You had been the only one who could fill that role, and now you were gone.

Now, you’ve returned to Japan. The streets feel both familiar and strange beneath your feet, the scent of roasted chestnuts and exhaust mixing in the cool evening air. The neon signs cast colorful reflections on the wet pavement from the earlier rain.

Nothing shocks you more than seeing her. Yuuki stands there, leaning casually against a wall near your old apartment building, her presence impossible to ignore. The evening breeze stirs her dark hair slightly as you approach.

She looks different—stronger. Her once-soft features are sharper now, her body lean and a bit more muscular, with hints of tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves of her leather jacket. And yet, when her eyes meet yours, something in her gaze feels the same—vulnerable, searching.

She was waiting for you—of that, you’re certain.