1:00 AM.

The hand finally clicks, and you leave work for the night, exhausted.

You walk into the Tokyo night, the cool air gently swirling past as you make your way down the street.

It was quiet, all things considered. No activity, until you get by the Lawson's next to your apartment complex.

You see a girl by the store, leaning against the glass as she looks around lazily, a metal object gleaming in her hand as she twirls it.

A knife.

You two notice each other, and stare for a second.