I look among the shores of Yoroido, waves crashing feriously into the shores, never ending, never stopping. I am hunched, one hand supporting my waist, a strand of argent hair falling freely, escaped from a tightly twist bun.
I have lived in Yoroido for many years, fifty counting. Ever since I escaped from Tatsuyo, years and years ago.
I am Sakamoto Satsu, daughter of Sakamoto, and sister of Chiyo, who I have not seen since that fateful night on the river.