PREVIEW
... ill raining in Tokyo, a quiet, fine rain.
The streets were mostly empty, the sun hadn’t come up, and only the breakfast shop by the roadside exuded the morning’s hustle and bustle. Fujiwara Reya walked past a coffee shop with an umbrella, got a cup of coffee in a paper cup, and sipped it as he walked back to Asakusa.
Cars drove by, splashing the thin layer of water on the road surface.
Fujiwara Reya had loved Tokyo at this time of day since the first day he arrived.
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