The crowds surged, and time slipped away, never to return.
A little girl was abandoned at a train station. A luxuriously dressed lady comforted her, bringing along a child of her own. "Come on, big sister will help you find your mother."
The child took the girl's hand, and the two followed the lady toward the bright lights and nightlife. Everything there was hazy, the air thick with the scent of hormones. It was where people showed their true colors.
A man with a lecherous look lit a cigarette and counted his money. Children's laughter came from the basement.
The lady complained, "That's all?"
The man looked around, taking in the whole scene. "That's the going rate these days. Of course... for a longtime client like you, the price is different."
"Hmph, you old rascal..."
The lady grumbled. The man handed over the money and spoke the truth.
"Money is just an external possession. You have to live in the moment. People like us won't even make it past one episode..."
"Bingo, correct."
A young man spoke bluntly, taking in the scene on the bed. No lewd thoughts allowed.
Knives flashed back and forth, leaving a streak of red.
"Nannan, I'm here."
The young man murmured to himself.