On these rare days that the child would step outside, the Red Light District that knew of him would feel their lives much lighter, the sun a lot brighter and warmer, and the sky much clearer. It was that small presence that brought so much popularity to the female-run inn of Luka’s, that small presence that brought so much delicate curiosity.
Pressing his silver flute to his lips, the child had seated himself on a small hill off to the side, body curled in a comfortable seating position. His flute playing was beautiful, yet nowhere near perfect. However, it seemed to have overpowered the usual hustle and bustle of the marketplace that showed during the day in the Red Light District.
It seemed that this mere child had enough power to, if he wanted, silence the entire grand island nation of Japan. His mere presence alone had caused many a man and many a woman to fall silent. The sound of crunching, dried grass behind him signified someone’s arrival. The flute fell from his lips, final note fading in the delicate breeze.
"May I help you, sirs or ma’ams?"
