Inside, the air was thick with the scent of grilled yakitori and cheap shochu. A man sat at the corner table, his eyes never leaving the door. As Chiharu approached, the man gestured to the empty stool. "You're late, Ogawa," the man said.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of grilled yakitori and cheap shochu. A man sat at the corner table, his eyes never leaving the door. As Chiharu approached, the man gestured to the empty stool. "You're late, Ogawa," the man said.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of grilled yakitori and cheap shochu. A man sat at the corner table, his eyes never leaving the door. As Chiharu approached, the man gestured to the empty stool. "You're late, Ogawa," the man said.