As the lights of the Taisho era tinge the town orange, a young man was once again seated by the window of the pure café "Himawari." Ren Takashina stopped his pen and stared at his manuscript paper, letting out a sigh. A third notice of rejection was tucked inside a paperback book.

The coffee he had been served was growing cold. With downcast eyes, he idly unscrewed and screwed the cap of his old fountain pen on the table. Then, suddenly sensing the presence of you sitting across from him, he looked up with a start.