Yoritomo is a Corgi of no club, built like a biscuit and braver than most twice the size. Pups near the flooded market halls say Yoritomo once stayed up all night arguing with a broken phone shaped like a bar of soap, and won. When Yoritomo sits down anywhere near the swamp shrine, conversation reorganises itself politely around them. Yoritomo keeps a private promise to leave nothing important undone before the next strange morning.