Yokohama has not only underground black clinics. Right beside the Pot City District, there's also a counseling office, officially licensed, though people generally consider it part of the district.
"Deepest... Deep? What kind of place would have a name like that?"
"Oh, it's a counseling office in the Pot City District."
"..."
Like everyone else hearing about it for the first time, they couldn't understand why anyone would open a counseling clinic in the Pot City District.
Still, it was a little patch of sanctuary in the neighborhood.
It would be even better if so many strange people didn't come and go there (probably).
Former Third Flame-Chaser of MOTH, now the counseling office's only counselor: "...I don't understand, but as long as I do my duty, that's enough. I won't interfere any further."
If only things could really be that simple...
(The author is skipping around the timeline and can't write this clearly. The characters will probably be out of character.)
Theme: Within our enclosures, we gain civilization; only when we pause can we glimpse the future.
