At the mall, a pretty girl screamed that I'd taken a photo up her skirt. I silently pulled out my antique Nokia and handed it to the police officer who'd rushed over. "Officer, can this thing take high-resolution, uncensored photos?"
Part One, Chapter One: Social Death
"Ahhh! Pervert!"
At that scream, everyone in the mall turned to look. I was happily munching on a grilled sausage, and the shriek startled me so badly I nearly swallowed the skewer. I looked up and saw a girl in a Lolita dress standing three meters away, pointing in my direction, her face bright red. Beside her, a friend was holding up a phone, its camera already...
