Dusk, setting sun, afterglow, the rustling autumn wind, and inadvertently a few dark yellow leaves slowly falling...
In front of a grave, there are overgrown weeds. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time. It is located quietly in a large house, silently, except for a few weeds occasionally swaying in the wind. Two teenagers, one dressed in white and the other in black, stood quietly in front of this overgrown grave...