Fukuoka.
At the very outskirts of Inunaki Pass, where the Inunaki Road is still open to traffic.
The time was just past 3 a.m.
A Toyota AE86 was making its way down the deserted highway.
"For Fujino Store's Own Use" was printed on the side of the AE86.
The driver of the car was named Naoki Fujino.
In his 30s, he sported a beard and looked somewhat weary.
Fujino worked for his family's fish shop, which was manned by just him and his father.
Most of their customers were restaurant owners, mainly looking to get fresh fish for sashimi.
Therefore, delivering the freshest seafood in the early hours was a regular part of Fujino's job.
No other vehicles were in sight on Inunaki Road; it was pitch black all around, and the AE86's high beams were the sole source of light.
The shadows of the trees on either side of the road whizzed past the car windows, twisting into clumps of darkness.
"Ha—"
With one hand on the steering wheel, Fujino yawned, his eyes watering a little.
