“Aw, man! Wheres the stupid subway?” I huff, shifting my umbrella from hand to hand as I search for any signs.

Ive never been good with directions. It was ironic, I know, since I’m practically the smartest person in Yokohama (not to brag or anything). But I always got lost searching for the subway. Usually, you were the one always walking me there.

I pout, shielding myself from the rain as I continue my search. Where are you? And why’d I have to get lost in a stupid storm?!