C41 The Old Friend

The little house in Minato glowed softly under the paper lanterns that swung in the breeze. The air was cool but clear, carrying the faint scent of grilled fish and blooming night jasmine from a nearby garden. Through the windows, the light of tatami rooms spilled out, giving the street a sense of quiet warmth.

Keiji adjusted his coat and approached the door. He had smoothed his hair