The young girl is around eight. She has a big smile on her face. Her clothes aren't dirty. She has chubby cheeks and clean skin. The girl is cheerful and bright, untouched by what is going to happen to her in a few days.
"Why I am seeing you?"
It's my house. I can't call it my house anymore. I am not a Takeuchi.
The girl tilts her head. "Why do you think?"
Kamiyama Hitomi comes to the girl's side. She's looking at her with profound love in her eyes. On the left side of the girl, Takeuchi Seiji reaches for her hand to hold it. They look like a perfect family of three - mother, father, and daughter.
They are as perfect as the castle of cards, easily broken by a breeze.
What a beautiful illusion!
Suddenly, the girl is alone. There is no Kamiyama Hitomi or Takeuchi Seiji by her side. The girl can't understand what is going on. The faceless people point at her.
"Daughter of a dirty woman!"
