Japan, a residential area on high ground.
The "Koshi laboratory" stands at the end of an uphill slope.
The eerie exterior is said to have once been an abandoned hospital.
Concrete walls that seem to be crumbling.
But well-maintained windows.
In front of the entrance is a parking space for six cars with a white line.
A figure walking from the building to one of the cars.
－Footsteps on gravel.
－The sound of a door unlocking.
－Birdsong.
－A man's voice.
"Saruta ...."
A man in his sixties, in a suit, looking back with his car keys in his hand.
His eyes are sharp and watchful.
"Who is it, sir?"
"It's been thirty years since then ....
It's no wonder that you' re forgotten."
Saruta is startled.
"Mr. Sokura, are you?"
A man in his 70's smiles bitterly with a tired look on his face.
He is wearing a faded sweatshirt.
"Do you remember me?"
"I haven't forgotten you.
Of course, I haven't forgotten you ....
Why are you here at ...?"
"Why now, right?"
"Oh, no."
"Because I've seen it on TV a lot lately."
"What is the purpose of ...?"
"Don't get me wrong.
I'm not a celebrity extortionist ...."
"But you came all the way here because you want something from me.
You didn't come here to reminisce about the old days, did you?"
"Indeed."
When Sokura opens the rolled cloth, there is a used kitchen knife.
The cloth is thrown away roughly.
Sokura firmly regains his grip on the handle of the knife.
"Oh, hey, ....
What is it?"
" I' m going to take you down with me."
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Memento Mori
Science FictionTetsuya Sokura (72), suffering from terminal cancer, attempts to murder Katsuhiko Saruta. He wakes up in front of the entrance of the house where his former family lives. Somehow, he is 50 years younger then. His ex-wife Kazue, his son, his daughter...
