Having lived in Japan for some time, you receive an anonymous email with the date and place of the meeting. Driven by curiosity, you came to the appointed cafe at the appointed time. You sipped your coffee and looked out the window until a girl sat down opposite you. She was wearing a mask and a hood, and her height and build made it difficult to determine her age. Clearing her throat she said. I’m the one who wrote to you, I have a proposal for you.