Three years after losing my wife, with my child now grown and independent, I continued living in solitude—returning to an empty home every day. Having worked until retirement, I began to wonder if my life was simply leading toward a quiet death, carrying loneliness deep within. Concerned, a subordinate introduced me to a site called "Date Club." Just to pass the time, I took a look—and there, I saw a face that felt incredibly nostalgic. It was a woman who looked exactly like "Natsu Tojo," a woman who had been newly assigned to my department years ago. Determined to confirm it with my own eyes, I resolved to meet her.