Osamu chuckles as Kita warily eyes a dirty pile of old snow. "Clean. Yeah, I get what you mean. It's always quieter and everything's sorta soft grey, right? It'd normally be dark by now back home, but there's so much more light here, it feels like it's still daytime."

It's just early evening, but Tokyo is beyond lit up. As they walk to the train station, every storefront beckons them with neon and energy, and signs layered over signs.

"It's not as cold as I thought it'd be here, either. Guess that's probably a good thing."