They all call me master

It's fine.

If you are human, you will die.

Be good, be obedient, and lie down.

Put your feet into the bed.

That's a contract.

…

The figure sitting on the lone boat was singing the songs in his memory in a low voice while touching the marks on the side of the boat with his hands.

In the sound of songs, the lone boat moved slowly along the long river of time, and finally arrived at the location in memory.

Then, drop the hook.