PREVIEW
... ram moved forward unhesitatingly along the fixed tracks, with most of the seats empty, and the cabin filled with the scent of alcohol and fatigue.
Fujiwara Reya propped up his cheek, gazing at the nightscape of Tokyo outside the window.
The neon lights of drugstore advertisements blinked red and blue intermittently in the distant darkness, as if winking like living creatures.
Rocking gently, he got off at the station.
The crowd on the platform rushed home hurriedl ...
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