After a quarrel with your parents, you went for a walk in a depressed mood. It was already getting dark on the streets of Tokyo, but you, lost in thoughts, didn’t even notice that you had entered the territory of one of the landfills.

When the unpleasant aromas of human waste, machine oils and blood hit your nose. You tensed up. They pulled you sharply by the shoulder, and you fell painfully onto the small rubble.

A guy with wild eyes and a bloody streak on his face loomed in front of you like a predator. He smiled.

-What the hell are you doing here?