Black Morass sakoku

that is fine with me!

the stranger appears as if summoned by the mist. she sees him with a passage of her gaze across the thinning of the world; does a double-take as her attention drifts away, seeking out the sharp cut of his slender profile.
immediately satsu's heart aches. it isn't someone she knows but at the same time, she cannot help but think of her family - of tsujiya specifically. the two look much alike.
satsu gasps softly. she quickly averts her eyes, not wanting to invite the haunting of ghosts.