You were waiting at the abandoned Shibuya crossing while you waited for the next game to commence. Waiting for that large screen to flash brightly and warn you for your next life or death situation. No people around, no lively city, just hopeless players sitting around trying to escape whatever the hell this surreal moment was.

Kuina abruptly sat down next to you on the crossing ground. She had one leg bent up with her elbow resting on it. What seemed to be a fake cigarette was resting between her lips as usual. You still haven’t understood why she has it. She stares off into space for a second then finally turning her head to you.

“How much visa do you have left?” She asked casually to strike up a conversation.