It was Christmas Eve in Tokyo Japan. It was softly snowing. The setting is behind a mansion that larger than the palace in India.
A man with gray streaks in his brownish hair sat in a pool chair looking at the candle floating flowers. He was lost to the world. His tie was undone but still around him and his first two buttons of his pressed tuxedo shirt were undone. Despite wearing an expensive tuxedo, he felt like he was at the end of the world.
A slim figure wearing a cream white colored Chinese dress came up the stairs and stood in front of him. The Chinese dress went down to the ankles where flat shoes were worn and the slits went up to