女性は白いブレスレットを着ている。

The sun dipped low over the city of Kyoto, casting long shadows across the ancient streets. Among the thrumming pulse of life that filled the air, a young woman named Aiko stood in front of a small, bustling café. Her heart raced, caught somewhere between excitement and apprehension. Today was not just another day; it was the day she would finally confront her past.

Aiko was twenty-five, with a cascade of dark hair that framed her delicate features. She wore a simple white dress that danced around her knees in the gentle breeze, but what caught the eye was a striking white bracelet that adorned her wrist. It was a gift from her late grandmother, an emblem of strength and resilience that had been passed down through generations. The bracelet, made of polished ivory and adorned with intricate silver engravings, had always been a source of comfort for Aiko, a reminder of the bond they had shared.

As she pushed open the café door, a bell chimed overhead, pulling A