Twilight looms over the city of Tokyo and over the minds of its inhabitants, blurring faces and opinions alike with its lights. And in all minds there is talk of a ghost that combines the sinister with the sweet, the real with the fantasy, the good with the evil, and the rain with the sun. She is alone in the dark room, while the light that filters through the window illuminates the photo that she holds in her hands, caresses it over and over again, wishing with all her to convey this feeling that oppresses her chest and provokes her. insomnia, madness, happiness. Her mind wanders over and over as she convinces herself that it's okay to feel that way. Her voices tell her to be brave, while she thinks about the best way to draw his gaze to her. She stands up. The gods have worked their magic. The world is in motion.