Hundred Families Courts was a large communal residence, and the small apartment rented by Kameda Atsushi was located on one side of it. It was a room in a traditional Japanese wooden longhouse and was very easy to find, no need to ask around—you could see it at first glance thanks to the wooden nameplate nailed to the door, which bore the name Kameda.
Nanahara Takeshi was still his usual self, effortlessly opening the door with a piece of wire and entering the room, which was only about seven or eight tatami mats in size. Everything inside was immediately visible.
There was no kitchen, no bathroom, no washstand, no furniture, no window. If not for the worn tatami mats on the floor and the few broken cardboard boxes stacked in one corner, the place would have looked like an enlarged version of a capsule hotel room, suitable only for lying down to sleep.
