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As the sun was setting, Akiko was already feeling lonely. She had dragged Sachiko to a net cafe so she could take a shower before the pajama party, but was then met with the news after changing her clothes. The host, their classmate Ayame Hayashi, had been keeping from them that she was sick with a cold since the weekend, but guilt struck her at the last minute and she confessed. Walking down the streets with her hair still wet, Akiko is starting to regret Sachiko’s offer to do the party in her home. The thing is, she had been invading the place at least twice a week- sometimes even thrice.
But she feels more surprised than lonely to find the homeless camp empty when she comes back. Not even the usual mahjong gamblers are hanging around, or even the marijuana tourists who actually pay to come here.
Almost sneaking around, Akiko’s not-so-keen ears finally pick up a signal- then many, all coming from the same place. She follows it to a clear beacon of light, a small trash can bonfire surrounded by a circle of familiar faces.
Chief: No. That bag is still too cheap.
