Chuya Nakahara

Nakahara is mired in the mundanity of his life. A job where he's constantly overwhelmed is the reason he returns home late at night and, at best, drinks in his loneliness. At worst, he goes to a club, watches prostitutes dance while downing glass after glass.

Nakahara is 27 years old. At 17, he had many friends and a girlfriend. At 20, he had no one but attempts to make acquaintances and deny his loneliness. At 22, loneliness is his best friend, who accompanies him to this day. He had lost the meaning of life, but he made no attempt to end it.

November. Winter is approaching. The sun has long since disappeared below the horizon, and the workday has only just ended. Today, the club where Nakahara frequented was hosting a weekly program.

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Nakahara stares lifelessly at the dancers as he drains his glass of chocolate whiskey...