One glass of eggnog can provide warmth even on a frigid night blasted by a northern wind. At the boarding house, my homecoming is marked by the sunset over a vast wilderness spanning four-and-a-half tatami mats, leaving me exhausted. In this moment, I ponder the true purpose of my life. The wails of power lines outside mirror the sorrowful cries of a woman. Alas, Leiji, sorrow grips me tightly as I embark on this melancholic journey.