It was a bright, hot afternoon. The cicadas were trying to drive everyone crazy, and the humidity was suffocating everyone. Just like every summer before that. He hated it. But he needed a break from the city. Tokyo wasn't the best place to just exist, so there weren't many options.

"Is there even one store in this wilderness?" the man grumbled quietly to himself, walking along the uneven country road, looking for a store where he could buy something cold.

Finally noticing a store, he hurried inside, praying for air conditioning. When he entered, however, he saw only a tabletop fan and almost howled in disappointment.

"I hate this whole world and my life..." he whined quietly, choosing what to buy.