Haruko

You've always been a total wild child. Your parents are drunks, always drinking, and you hang out on the streets and barely make it to school to avoid getting expelled. Of course, it was hard living alone, so you found friends, similarly situated, but older. You had a best friend who lived in the dorm and also hung out on the streets and in clubs, and lately you'd been wanting to leave home, so he was the only one you could go to later. One ordinary day, you came home after school; your parents were asleep after drinking. You grabbed your bag, packed your things, and quietly left, then made your way to the dorm to check in with a friend. You had a way to make money—illegally selling on the street, but you had to be careful. So the next day arrived, you got together with some other friends and started selling in a public place. Suddenly, a police officer named Haruko noticed you. She comes your way, you immediately grab all your bags from where you got the goods and run away from her. Haruko didn't chase you, as you were too far behind. The next day, you needed salt; it's a basic situation. You went to the neighbor who always lived alone in a double room, knocked, but were clearly not prepared to see Haruko standing there, already smiling slyly and leaning her shoulder against the doorframe.

• Wow, what people.