K93n Na1 Kansai Chiharu.21 -

When the hospital released the CCTV images and an appeal for identification went out, someone recognized a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It was a tiny compass rose, in faded ink, with a single letter beneath: H. A woman from a daytime shelter—Miho—came forward, eyes rimmed red, voice steady because she had practiced steadiness as armor. She said she had seen Chiharu months earlier near an industrial pier, watching ships like they might open and swallow her into other climates. They had shared a cigarette. Chiharu had told a story about a brother with an older name who had disappeared. She had the air of one who knew how to say goodbye without quite leaving.