A short story about Yoshika Miyako’s past.
Since this is only fiction, please note that nothing about her past I’ve written is canon; it’s only known that she must have liked poems a lot, since she is seen mumbling some to herself while being a jiangshi.
The story plays in post-war Japan in late autumn and was influenced by this song
If you like these kind of stories, feel free to leave a comment to let me know. I also take writing requests (although I suppose I won’t get many since most people don’t regard writing as very highly).
Note: The story contains suicide mention. If you’re sensible to that topic, please read with caution.