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... July 21st, in the Tokyo Harbor District, Roppongi.
The rain was pouring down, and there were still one or two passersby walking quickly in raincoats, then ducking into a brightly lit izakaya, as if finding a safe haven, sighing in relief under the eaves.
At this moment, the Black Cocoon was hanging upside down beneath the ceiling of the izakaya, quietly observing the people around.
He was very hungry now, extremely hungry. But in the dead of night, with such terrible wea ...
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