next door, sefre, the widow of social intercourse, naomi ozawa.

One day at dusk. Ando, who went to deliver the kairan-ita (circular board) to his neighbors, was invited by Nami, a widow of Yuageri (a bathing ceremony), to eat supper together. The distance between Nami and Ando, who are also drinking around and spilling one's own foolishness, is shrinking without knowing. "I'm lonely... about me... Consolation...” Anto, who takes a picture of Namomi’s jealousy in which his tongue is intertwined with greed when he meets Ando and holds up the meat stick for the first time in a long time, eliminates the smile. it was the beginning of pleasure hell that couldn't be turned back...