Thousands of miles away from Kyoto, at the end of the plank road, there is a dilapidated and dilapidated inn.
A stunning lady boss, a mute servant in black clothes with a scar face, and a smart waiter in a children's shop.
A dignitary who comes and goes occasionally.
It is closed every Chinese Valentine's Day night.
The tragedy in Kyoto, the vague connections, and the inexplicable speculations.
The transition from leisurely to madness.
What kind of courage and determination is needed to make a desperate move and sink the boat?
Survival or destruction, what is the end point leading to step by step?