Two months into my career, a new employee came to our company. She used to work in Kabukicho, and as she said, she came here with a determination to return to the normal life. But merely a month later, she quit the job. “She already belongs to the Night, and there’s no way for her to return to the Daylight”, said airily the colleague who worked in the next cubicle. 

Somehow those words anchored in my mind.

 

A strange and unutterable feeling overwhelmed me, when I stepped into Kabukicho for the first time. This street gusted over the world with its dazzling light, dominating over everything it swept through.

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