[It has progressed from dusk to full darkness. Stars litter the skies of Bunnyville and the moon shines brightly upon the streets below. Despite the night sky, the ground is nearly as illuminated as it had been a few hours earlier. Leaves flutter low across the ground, propelled by a breeze that ruffles treetops. The night is still, broken only by the sounds of the wind whistling through the air.
A door opens, then softly closes. Now dressed in more comfortable clothes and lugging a large, curved case, Ichiyo Yamamoto exits his house. His face is blank, but some emotion rolls across the surface, indecipherable to any but his close friends or family.]