Wandering around the streets aimlessly was all Takano could do at this point. His mind, cluttered by memories he chose to forget, but couldn’t. The continuous hustle and bustle of Tokyo’s streets was enough to keep him preoccupied; however, his struggle to find a middle ground caused him to lose track of time and of his location. Darting from one area to another, the editor couldn’t seem to find an end to the crowds–peering cautiously over the mass. As he carelessly fought against the rush, the man felt a body collide with his–causing him to stumble back; his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of the stranger on the ground. Moving quickly, Takano extended his hand out towards them–CONCERN dressing his features.
“Excuse me? Are you alright?”
