It was the autumn of 2009, and as usual, the leaves of the cypress tree covered the rubber track again. It seemed ordinary, but it was an autumn that the young man regarded as a treasure.
"Now that I think about it, it seems that I have abducted you many times, and it was not a good place anyway. Later, my grandma told me that it is rude to take others away by force. I am a good boy and of course I have to listen to my grandma. So, I won't abduct you this time. Are you willing to come with me?"
Intention: The beautiful iceberg man is mine