Rina grew up being trained by her father and taught to sell karada to a man. Instead of going to school, I meet a middle-aged man who lives alone in the middle of the rain. Like a abandoned kitten, Rina feels good by touching the kindness of men. While excited about the young man, he firmly resigns from his physical relationship. Still, the distance between the two of us gradually shrinks. As if overwriting the memory of Karada, who had been violently held by his father, Rina felt a sense of comfort by being strongly held.