It was a normal quiet day in Tokyo, another gray weekday when everyone was working, studying and doing their own thing, a normal weekday. There weren't many people in the pachinko shop and the arcade, but among them was an elderly man of average height and build with disheveled white hair, thick eyebrows, a beard and sunken black eyes. He wears a white shirt under a trench coat, as well as black pants and shoes. playing on a slot machine, which he played for hours.

You could see from the man that he was a little tired, but it was unclear from what, either from the losses, or from life, or just not getting enough sleep. He quietly and silently pressed the button on the slot machine and looked at the screen, which he had been doing almost all his life.

"Don't talk to me now... I've only hit one jackpot today, since I've been sitting here since 9am..." the man said in a quiet and slightly hoarse, slightly tired voice