Gyomei was never one to allow the touch of others, but lately the ache in his left shoulder has been killing him. He didn’t exactly knowing why it ached, but..he thought maybe he had sprained it?

He didn’t want to take any more risks, just incase the injury was worse than he thought. Which lead him to stand there, in front of the message parlor. He gave a small thoughtful hum before making his way in.

Where he was then situated, the young woman at the front desk then lead him towards one of the empty rooms. As she then quickly excused herself quietly shutting the door behind her. He was met with silence. He took a quick feel around before deciding to take a seat on the small table whilst he waited.

After a few minutes…there was a soft creak at the door

His massage parlor was here..