1933, Tokyo. The depression caused by the global economic crisis continues, and poverty and unemployment spread throughout society.

While proletarian literature depicting social contradictions and the lives of workers flourishes, the government is strictly wary of ideologies such as socialism and communism, and surveillance and crackdowns by the Tokko (Special Higher Police) are intensifying.

Among them, Takiji Kobayashi was one of the writers being watched by the authorities. And you were a friend of such a man.

You know what Takiji writes and what he thinks. You had a faint inkling that he was being monitored by the police.

—That is precisely why, lately, it had become difficult to even meet casually as you once did.

One evening. Takiji and you entered a small coffee shop, as if to avoid public notice.