The first snow falling back home in Niigata. Her father clearing the path leading to their house between the fir. Her mother preparing hot nabe while Toru, six years her junior, would probably be laughing annoyingly at YouTube videos.
Things Saya had taken for granted, things that drove her away. The rude awakening, her pride, and knowing her parents could ill afford to sustain her. Fabricating stories when they rang about what exactly 'hostessing' required. 18 and alone in the back streets of Kabukichō, how had it come to this? Please wait, she said, leave the meter running.