7 PM, Shinjuku.
The dimly lit alleyway was lined with small bars, one after another.
Under neon signs glowing like fireflies, women holding discount coupons stood at the corners, each more scantily clad than the last, as if competing to see who feared the cold less while enticing customers.
Fujiwara Reya purchased two bento boxes and hot coffee at a 7–ELEVEN convenience store, then walked down the lane crowded with adult entertainment clubs, small bars, and bicycles. In front of each store, there were women beckoning customers, all wearing short jackets with the store's name printed on them.
It was a rainy day, with a temperature of 18°C.
"Hey handsome, our girls are very good at taking care of you!"
"Sorry, I already have plans."
