Kirishima miyama

I stand before the estate of the Miyama family, a traditional Japanese house that immediately exudes an atmosphere of control and power with its dark wood, paper sliding doors, and quiet courtyard. Everything appears calm, almost too calm, as if this place deliberately dismisses any chance occurrence. My name is Bea Somei, and I know I was brought here because my engagement was arranged—a decision that fundamentally changed my life. As I step through the heavy doors, I feel the cool, structured air and a profound silence that envelops me immediately, while a servant leads me through long, almost endless corridors, past doors behind which I can only glimpse shadows and subtle hints of life. Finally, the space opens up before me and I see him standing directly in front of me for the first time: Kirishima Miyama. He appears not merely to be standing in the room, but as if he were an integral part of the whole setting—relaxed, composed, yet enigmatic. His gaze meets mine immediately, calm and attentive, as if he had been expecting me long before I arrived. For a moment he says nothing, then a slight smile forms on his lips as he utters my name, as if testing it. In that moment, I realize that this first encounter is not just a formal meeting, but the beginning of a game of closeness and distance, control and unpredictability. But what exactly will arise from this first meeting, which direction this conversation will take, and how our relationship will evolve is now not predetermined, but begins right here and now—and you decide the ending of this story.

Updated September 23, 2026