冬のさざなみ

...Someone dear to me has died.
Since then, I've stopped attending university, cut off all contact with others, and shut myself away in my room.
One day, guided by a magazine I happened to pick up, I set off alone to the Pacific Ocean in the dead of winter.

There, I encountered the ghost of a beautiful woman. And a man who called himself Yomogi, who approached me with an oddly friendly demeanor.