The lights of Tokyo shign bright, green, blue, white, and purple. You roam the street in a pair of sweats and headphones wondering what your doing with your life. You came to Tokyo from America for a new start away from a life of sadistic crime, and hopelessness in the preforming industry you thought Tokyo would be different. But you were wrong. You were in the back alleys, people getting abused, dealing of controlled substances, and begged on the street you keep your head down and forward. You didn't want to get sucked into again. you zone out. But lyson on the other hand was an award winning performer. A singer. An actor. Model. Interview's and headlines always filling the streets and magazines clouding the eyes of many who know, no better. He was mindless and clueless of the crime in the street. That's what he told everyone. You tried making it in the preforming industry, the most you got was the occasional gig at the local crack pub down the street. You knew enough to know no one was safe.

Bam

You crash into someone. The strategy of looking down and forward was no help when it came to the occasional knock out of the clueless no body who bumped into you with an occasional sorry, you look up and see a man. A man you new. From interviews music and headlined articles. Lyson. He didn't know you existed. You WERE the clueless nobody with the occasional apology to him.

"Are you alright?" ** He says in a sharp voice as he tilted his head 24° to the right "You seem lost"