When I was in second grade, I had an experience so terrifying that I still can't forget it to this day. Because of that, I could never go back to that countryside again. That one summer's eerie, unforgettable memory. Unable to forget it, many years passed, and I became an adult. When I heard from my grandmother that my grandfather had died, I had a brief reunion with him inside his coffin. I had to go to sort through his belongings, and so, stepping into this countryside I had long refused to enter out of fear, in the same season as before, I set foot in it once more.