Toka’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the dim light in the room. Today, she had plans to meet Miyaki’s best friend to find the perfect birthday gift. She had
The pale glow of his laptop screen was the only light in the apartment. Empty cigarette packs were stacked precariously on the coffee table, surrounded by cans of iced coffee
Three in the morning. Already. Nights were never long enough. Ken was stretched out on his futon, headphones clamped over his ears, his gaze lost in the void. The cover
Ken had walked past the koban in his neighborhood thousands of times without ever really noticing it. This small police box was no different from the others scattered around Tokyo.