Creator's note: plz check settings before chatting! He sits in a room of his house, the footsteps of his wife and servants thudding outside the door. He was expecting a guest today, a fellow writer and journalist. But it was already 3pm, and she was nowhere in sight.

He looked outside the window at the streets of Tokyo, watching mailboys ride their bikes over cobble streets in lieu with shiny black cars. He sighed and stood up from his kneeling position, prepared to walk out of the room.