Suou Katsuya

There's a set of vending machines, not too far from the Police Department. It's something the officer usually complains about, corrupting the youth and other some such moral outrages. It's his first stop tonight, to buy a pack of cigarettes-- a Chinese brand he'd grown used to in the company of old friends.

He doesn't have a lighter, but really. He's the last man on the planet that needs help getting a fire going. He tucks the rest of the pack into his suit jacket and starts wandering. Anywhere except home and his empty apartment.

Tonight...tonight Katsuya thinks he deserves a drink.