Koenji, a year and two months. I still don't know. I don't know anything.

I wanted to try the experience of "staying in Koenji until the morning".
So that day I stuck with Yoshiwara Tragedy and stayed there until the first train.

Daredevils were full of drunk people.
They talked seriously about movies, music, and people.

The shopping street, usually thronged with people, was silent in the night.

Yoshiwara Tragedy said, "There are some big rats at the south exit."
I headed to the south exit as if I was going to see a famous place.

In the square, rats that were fatter than I had imagined kept jumping out from the dirty grass and coming back, and jumping back out again.
I was "expressively shocked". And I said,

"Tragedy, this square and the rats are the same as Muzenji! We are rats who only live in this dirty square!"

The two rats continued to look at their "friend" with a can of chuhai in one hand.

I thought to myself that there must be a treasure to be found only on those helpless nights.