Pointless. Useless. Endless.

Sometimes, Kakei Maruhama forgot what day it was that day, but then again, that should be expected. Every day was the same after all. He was living a life that had no meaning, living only because the other option, death, wasn't very appealing for him. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the low stone walls of a bridge. It was a foggy day, a perfect reflection of his life, everything unclear, no direction given at all. The light rain told him to take cover, but he didn't mind. There was elegance in standing outside in the rain, drops of coldness numbing his body. Poetic, almost, as his heavy garments dampened, taking on a darker color.

It was the start of the Lover's Festival that misty day, the start of a week from which he would have to suffer the worried gossip of his family's servants, the disapproving looks from his father. The young master whom, at the age of 22, was still a child. He cared little for their opinions, but it still got tiring. As other couples went out on the streets, chatting amiably in the spring rain, Kakei rested by a bridge, looking like a young man forsaken by his lover. It was all just so...his train of thought just stopped then, and the dark-haired man let out a sigh. It was getting colder now, and without any particular destination in mind, he found himself finding a direction in the form of a scent. The smell of roses and floral teas, faint in the foggy air. He took in a deep breath, and followed it, arriving at a tea shop that he did not recognize. It was a well-weathered establishment, architecture reminiscent of the buildings he had seen as a child. No, perhaps even before he was born. A rustic, pleasant feeling, it was.

Sliding open the door and removing his wooden clogs as he did so, Kakei stood there, waiting for an employee to notice and direct him to a seat.