Somewhere, on the outskirts of a small, Japanese town, there is a forest. The sunlight filters through the leaves of the tall trees, dappling the forest floor in an array of yellows, greens, and browns. Birds chirp in peaceful harmony, and squirrels chatter from their branches. Time seems to be at an eternal stand-still in this tranquil place.
And somewhere, within the depths of this forest, there is an ebony coffin. A large "X" is marked on the cover in gold. A crest of some sort lies below it, reading "Vongola".
This also remains untouched by time.
At the same time each day, this coffin receives a visitor. A man, in his mid-twenties. His hair is as dark as the coffin itself, his eyes a cool, platinum blue. Adorned in a black suit and matching pants, he stands, gazing at the coffin. He may occasionally brush his hand across the smooth cover and trace the golden letters, but never does he remove the lid. He doesn't say a word, nor a single syllable. To the casual onlooker, he would appear as just another passerby to have stumbled upon this curiously placed container. But, if they observed, they would know. They would know that this man visited this spot every day, without fail. Whether it be a raging blizzard or a pouring rainstorm, he still managed to make his way here. And he would stand there for about an hour, regardless of how harsh the weather conditions may be.
But they don't know. No one does.
No one knows that this coffin holds the body, the corpse of a person that a one Hibari Kyouya once loved.