ひとり

Prologue I still remember the first morning I arrived in Meguro. The air carried a faint chill, the kind that turns breath into quiet mist, and the light fell across the river in thin layers of silver. A small truck rattled past carrying crates of bread to a café not yet open. Somewhere, the scent of cedar mixed softly with coffee. It was ordinary, yet it felt complete — a city already awake but unhurried, as if every sound had been measured and placed with care. That morning stayed with me....