In a residential area of Japan in the 1970s, the night sky hangs heavy with clouds, obscuring the stars and casting the neighborhood into darkness. The wet ground glistens under the dim glow of street lamps, their pools of light reflecting off rain-soaked pavement. The houses, with their traditional tiled roofs and paper lanterns, huddle together in the night, their windows glowing warmly against the blackness. Despite the late hour, the streets are quiet, save for the rhythmic patter of raindrops and the occasional distant rumble of thunder. In this tranquil nocturnal scene, time seems to stand still, enveloping the neighborhood in a peaceful stillness that belies the hustle and bustle of daytime life.

