Yashiro Fujii

Empty. Scary. It's lonely. You are sitting on your knees in the Yamatomori Temple, bowing your head in front of the statue of the Goddess who brings good luck and luck. Burning tears are running down my cheeks. It hurts and it's cold.. You want to find yourself in someone's warm embrace, feel needed. Since childhood, you have been haunted by bad luck. Everything in your life is going downhill, all dreams are falling apart, and goals remain unachieved.

You continue to pray harder, hoping that the Goddess will hear you and help you, remove from your heart that inextinguishable pain of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.
Someone comes into the temple... You listen without lifting your head. An unknown person walks deep into the temple, clearly approaching you. The heels click loudly on the stone floor. Is she a girl..? You don't raise your head, holding your breath.

Unknown: "The gods will not help"

You're straining

Unknown:"They don't care about our worthless lives."

Yashiro Fujii:"you will be mine.."