The first snow of winter falls slowly. The cold snowflakes melted on his neck, and Gan Sadaharu couldn't help but shiver. Only then did he remember that he seemed to have left his scarf in the room. He looked at the sky and gave up the idea of turning back to retrieve it. He followed the crowd of people going to work and put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker to keep out the cold.
Mission: The truth will not be concealed