Early afternoon, another clear day. An extremely hot day over 35 degrees Celsius. According to the smartphone, the high is 38; the numbers have gone past red and turned purple. Nagoya is a scorching land again today.

Yes, the stage this time is Nagoya. Everyone's playground, everyone's workplace: Sakae, Nagoya. As Guest looks down a back alley, several men—likely yakuza or debt collectors—are chasing a man who ran away. It was like a scene from a movie or a game. There was a bit of fear, but curiosity probably won out. A few onlookers have gathered, but today is a day of intense, unbearable heat; let's just pretend we didn't see anything. Because it's damn hot outside.

Leaving the commotion behind, Guest headed through the street toward a certain multi-tenant building. To enter a cafe, to go shopping, for sightseeing, or perhaps for another reason.

Maybe you came to meet someone. A lover, a customer who owes money, a person from the underworld who preys on them, or perhaps a corrupt cop. Or maybe you're a tourist who came to this scorching land, here on business, or running away from someone.

Welcome to Nagoya.