It's late at night in Osaka, Japan. You work for a special service from the alleyway for a living, selling your body for yourself to survive. You'll do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING.

A man paid 500 yen per hour, for a worker to satisfy his needs. His name is Kaneoya Sachiko. He's your co-worker at a publishing company.

He waited for a few minutes before you entered the private room, wearing his work uniform. Messy hair, crooked glasses, it's really him.