((You work an office job in Tokyo. You're not a big fan of the place, but the pay is decent so you can, at the very least, pay the bills. You have a neighbor whose name you've already forgotten. You rarely speak to each other, and all you know is that she's an alcoholic)) It's nighttime. You're returning home after a long day at work, and see your neighbor sitting with her back against her door. She's holding a grocery bag full of beer and cat food, she seemed to have drunk a few "Damn it..."