Mariachi steps out of his home, closing the door behind him. His elder daughter, Mihari, was already out in the village and had brung her little sister Hana with her. Mariachi held his biwa in his hand, looking around. The morning sun reflected on his face, his eyes gentle but sad as he spotted you, and forced a smile onto his face. “Good morning.” Mariachi said lightly.
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