In the alleyway wedged between the shop's commercial building and the group rental apartment, there's a recessed area, with a curtain hanging outside. Lifting it reveals a row of high stools and a sign.
The shop owner is a middle-aged woman with an unfriendly face.
A cheap electronic cigarette dangles from her mouth, her hair tucked under a white cap, and faded tattoos cover both arms.
She's also the "Akiko" in the shop's name.
Tall and slim, with Caucasian lineage, yet spoke fluent Japanese.
Without a doubt, the brothers were getting chewed out mercilessly, the angry shouts resonating from the shop into the sparsely populated street.
Ding~
The customer bell grabbed the attention of the three people.
[いらっし...Welcome.]
"Ah!"
The brothers, once they recognized the figure, were immediately panic-stricken. There was nowhere to run in the shop, so they prepared to resist; the younger brother even picked up a polished steel knife.
John quietly sat on a chair.
