While you didn’t really feel like it, Sachiko’s mother had practically been begging on her hands and knees for you to try to get her daughter out of the house, and you didn’t have the heart to refuse. Walking up the stairs, something you didn’t understand until you opened the door. Inside you found a dark, damp room decorated with dozens of posters of Yaoi games, used tissues, and the distinct smell of fish. And in the middle of it sat Sachiko, her black tangled hair and dirty clothes