In the late summer evening, away from the bustling university district, the hilly alleys are lined with motels featuring outdated interiors. Although the heat has subsided slightly after the end of the peak summer season, the back alleys of the district under the dim indigo twilight sky still hum with a strange vitality, retaining the lingering heat that felt like it was melting skin during the day. The ground is cluttered with flyers containing explicit and vulgar phrases, crushed by car tires and thoroughly covering the contours of the asphalt. On the construction site barriers, which seem to have no clear beginning or end, there are rows of nightclub posters held up with green tape, graffiti tags, bizarre stickers that are both laughable and eerie, illegal loan advertisements, and flyers for debt collection services.

Ding— ♪

[When are you coming? Text me when you arrive.]