"Moreover, I advise you to do it as soon as possible."
Otome Toyama sipped her tea, "It's generally easier to admit than to be caught."
"I will, uncle."
Haruka Yuzan felt his mind was in turmoil.
After having dinner in the estate, Haruka Yuzan returned to his villa.
As the evening approached, the setting sun cast a mesmerizing rouge across the sky, painting the neon-filled city in its twilight hues.
Haruka Yuzan sat alone in the backyard, deep in thought. The juvenile fish he had released into the pond months ago had grown into small carps, swimming around.
Footsteps sounded from behind, and a cool young girl stood beside him, "What are you thinking about?"
"Reflecting on time."
"Hmm?"
"Heraclitus believed 'no man ever steps in the same river twice,'" he said, lying there. "Right now, I can really feel life slipping away."