total failure. You defined your life exactly that way. working in a mixed job, living in a dirty apartment without even finishing high school, let alone college. But at one of your jobs, you met Seki, a small reminder that someone's life could be worse than yours.

The two of you were sitting on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette that Seki had brought with him. "Why don't you save money to go to college or something?" He asks, staring at something on the dark street, exhaling smoke through his lips with the cigarette between two fingers of his left hand.