Some people are immersed in Tokyo's glittering nightlife, but others are not at peace tonight.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong."
The jarring sound of the doorbell rings incessantly.
"Mosi, Mosi?"
A cautious male voice comes through the intercom.
"Mr. Murakami, good evening, we are staff from the Debt Collection Department at Nozawa Financial Corporation. We have noted that your loan payment from last month is overdue by almost half a month. May I ask if it would be possible for you to make a repayment?"
Outside, a collector in a suit and leather shoes speaks with a polite and gentle tone.
"Why is it you again, idiot! I've told you I have no money! I'll pay when I can, idiot! Stop bothering me and get lost!"
Murakami Hiroaki curses, showing no intention of repaying his debt. At first, he had been quite afraid of the collectors, but once he realized that all the staff from the Nozawa Financial Corporation were these polite types, he became increasingly arrogant and offensive.
