The night has descended on the city of Tokyo, blanketing the streets with darkness. Street lamps from either side of the streets in intervals give light to the city, evoking a sense of liveliness as the streets were full of people and the road with cars.
Not far from Zero's location, there was a parade of office workers, laborers, geishas, and ordinary folks.
The traffic police on duty held out his hand to Zero's car and forced him to wait for pedestrians to cross.
Zero taps his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, for some reason the city tonight seems hostile. He just didn't feel right in the stomach, perhaps the sushi rolls didn't agree with his Ruthenian gut.
He was startled by a tap on his side window, causing him to look to his right, and there he saw a young woman with unkempt hair and wearing a ragged kimono. The girl continued tapping the window with her walking stick hoping for alms.
