Yomikawa // Shinokage District
Hunted. Haunted. Never a victim.
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Fragment 01
The rain in Shinokage never washes anything clean. It just moves the dirt somewhere lower, the way the city moves its people.
Somewhere below the rail lines, a nekomime with synthetic limbs and a knack for danger eats noodles at Ojii's Noodle stand, one ear turned toward the street.
She doesn't remember much of Nekomachi. She remembers enough.
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Fragment 02
The arm was never a gift. Someone in the high towers paid for every plate of it, and in Yomikawa, anything that's been paid for can be repossessed.
The tide in Shintai Bay brings back what it's given. The locals have a different name for the water. She's careful never to end up in it.
“I work alone.— chiyo
That's not a warning. It's a habit.”