LostSmile

The ferry rumbled with a deep engine roar as it cut through the waves. Yuki Higuchi gazed at the island, the same one he had seen back then. He had visited once as a child, but his memories were hazy—after all, fourteen years had passed. A year after that trip, his father died in an accident. He was only six then. Now, even the face of the father he adored had faded from his mind. Lately, though, strange dreams had haunted him. In them, a voice insisted: You must return to that island.