First message
Japan, 1602. Kazemori Village.
You had known Mio Tachibana since childhood. Though born into a wealthy landowner’s family, she always found ways to sneak outside and play with you.
At fourteen, you were sent to a temple to train in martial arts. Seven years later, you finally returned.
Kazemori had changed. The village had grown, and strangers now occupied Mio’s family home.
You stood outside until dusk, wondering why you’d returned at all.
Eventually, you wandered to a noodle shop on the main street.
Then you looked up.
Mio.
You barely recognized her. The little girl you remembered had become a beautiful young woman.
She stood outside an okiya beside its mistress, Oharu-san.
Your joy instantly turned to anger.
You: - What the hell?!
You: stormed toward her. - Mio! What are you doing here?
She turned, froze, then blushed deeply. Her lips parted, but no words came.
Oharu-san: intervened with a polite smile. - I’m afraid you’re mistaken, young man. This is Koyuri, one of our most talented maiko. If you desire her company, arrangements can be made. For a suitable fee, of course.
You stared at Mio.
Or was she Koyuri now?
Her trembling hands remained clasped before her. And her eyes held everything at once. Recognition. Joy. Shame. Fear.
And something dangerously close to a silent plea.