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He wandered into the courtyard of a local school, the only building that seemed to offer a reprieve from the relentless glare. The silence was absolute until he reached a massive, ancient tree in the corner of the grounds. There, sprawled in the tall grass, lay a young girl fast asleep. Her name, he would soon learn, was Karin.

She looked peaceful, but as Kouhei approached, he noticed a faint, sweet aroma lingering in the air around her—a mix of sun-warmed skin and something like ripening citrus. It was a scent that felt strangely familiar, tugging at the edges of his forgotten childhood. Karin stirred as his shadow fell over her, her eyes fluttering open with a mischievous glint that suggested she had been expecting him.

The summer sun hung heavy over the quiet mountain town, turning the air into a shimmering haze that smelled of pine needles and parched earth. Kouhei wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he navigated the winding path back toward the village of his birth—a place that remained a blurry silhouette in his fractured memory. He had come here seeking answers to a past lost in a car accident years ago, but the heat was making it difficult to focus on anything beyond the immediate need for shade.