Prologue

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In the beginning, you'll see four caricatures in life. Sadness, Joy, Fear, and Anger. Sometimes you will have to accept the hard truth even when love is all of those things you don't like. What is your paradigm? That's always the question isn't it? It's not fun when you know all the answers, you should listen.

Meet Lana, a charming young lass on a ticking time-bomb, she was known for her sharp and witty tongue. Passion drives her and she would tell you friends are a waste of time. Raised in Los Angeles, exposed to all sorts of life to her is more of a two edged sword. She never understood the hype, but her family are corporate devils with a single child-employee. Taking things easy is just as expensive as living in this materialistic society. Will there ever be a word in the dictionary to turn her life for the better? When will the demands for supply ever balance?

Jackie was more influenced by his Asian part of the family. Coming from the hustle bustle of red and yellow, Chinatown is his still point of the turning world. Is life just the same repeated fiction? Like the boring lifespan of dark coffee. He wants out. He wants to see all the other colors the world has to offer than just the pictures in his worn camera. Sometimes, his mother would call him Jay adoringly and be the audience to his bits of magic tricks. He was happy for a moment but his vision are still missing all the greys.

Someone would think she's chinese, having a common surname such as Lee. Despite that, in japanese, it has a meaning. It means healer. Yumina lived her life wondering the absurdity of it all. But it is the price for an easy living. Ignorance is bliss. She thinks of many things in the ryokan, filling up murky water. Everyone can see how monotone it was but no one would ever go out their way to see what goes under the water. Would anyone be curious enough? Would she be able to accept healing by others? She longs to find a piece to match her tunes.

Niizuki Aki has two names and two culture. Neez would have his korean name Jeon Jiwon written in his ID. But that means nothing when he can't tell what matters to him anymore. Itabashi is where he resides. Cold days reminds of him where it stung, without inner stillness, he easily come to resent motion. He is loyal to a fault but so are his pain. He's not asking for much, just something loud enough to shake his barely heard pleas and struggles.

What will happen when four life collides?

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