The rain in Tokyo had been falling incessantly for half a day, and it finally eased up a little by evening.
The air was filled with a moist humidity, the temperature pleasantly cool, and the shops on either side of the street were lit with warm lights. A yellow Ferrari drove down the avenue, turning into a lush, green private parking lot.
After parking the car, Fujiwara Reya opened an umbrella and headed toward Senior Rinko's house.
A fifty-meter long slope flanked by ginkgo trees stood with a two-meter-high stone wall at the top. Below the stone wall was a deep ditch, resembling a moat, surrounding an aristocratic residence.
When he used to visit Senior Rinko's home, Fujiwara Reya loved sneaking over the wall to find her, feeling like a poor boy in ancient times secretly meeting a daimyo's daughter. But now it's different; now he is a man of status and must enter through the main gate.
Formally dressed guests were constantly coming in and out at the entrance to the mansion.
