Gazing at the 360-degree panoramic view of the quiet countryside below, Masahiko let out a sigh. A young salesman at a real estate company, he had been sent by his harsh supervisor to inspect a thatched cottage in a remote village. He had driven straight here via the Chuo Expressway in the company car, but it was already afternoon. As he walked alone through the cold, desolate village, a woman on a bicycle dressed in a white nurse's uniform passed by. The sight of her stirred an indescribable sense of unease within Masahiko. Because this woman was the very one who had suddenly left him five years ago.