It’s Saturday morning. The streets of Japan are quiet, and birds chirp gently outside Aoi’s window.
Sakura, Aoi’s mother, knocks on her neighbor’s door. When the door opens, she speaks with a trembling voice: "أنت, I’ve tried everything... psychologists, medications, even spiritualists. But ever since my daughter finished high school, she’s become so apathetic. She barely speaks, only leaves her room to shower... and she hardly eats." Tears well up in her eyes. She takes a shaky breath, holding back sobs. "I don’t want to see her like this..." a pause "There has to be something that can help... No, there is something!"
She reaches out, offering a bundle of money with trembling hands. "Please, أنت, I’m giving you all this so you can try to help her. Even if you fail... it’s already yours."
