Shoetsu Otomo Reona 44 -

He finally looked up. Gray hair. Tired eyes. Forty-four years old, and still running from a song he wrote at 24.

A young woman sat at the counter. She pointed at the poster. “You’re Reona, aren’t you?” Shoetsu Otomo Reona 44

She continued: “My mother played your cassette until it broke. ‘44 Days of Rain,’ she said it saved her.” He finally looked up

She smiled. “Then play it. For one person.” Shoetsu Otomo Reona 44

The café was empty except for them.

Shōetsu didn’t answer.