I want to know everything

A man in a black suit watched a temple in the middle of the autumn garden, surrounded by vibrant red and orange trees. The sun was setting slowly, and its dying rays of light created a golden hue in the solemn landscape that had already started to wither.

His hair was freshly cut and dyed bright silver after being neglected for almost three months.

Jiro had been discharged from the hospital a couple of days earlier and was recovering from his long coma. He hoped that by changing his appearance to how it was before the accident, the memories still asleep inside him would also be awakened, but almost everything remained the same: silence, stillness, and uncertainty.

The man was still blind to his questions and the world around him was mostly a mystery - so Jiro had contacted his cousin, whose face he vaguely remembered from his childhood.