Fukusha Model Eight - Chapter 25

I wind my way through the neighborhood, back to Rin’s place, alone with my thoughts and Ninjin on the leash, when I get stuck in an area of town down the hill. The streets only travel left and right, parallel to the hill, and everything else dead-ends into the face of a mountainside. Great. I come to each intersection and glance up the block towards Rin’s place, which I can see, but not reach.

Pulling off to an alley, I shuffle out of the stream of people and lean against a wall. Once again, I’m exhausted, and I yearn to take a vacation from all of this nonsense. Corporations, androids, and now Shiroi Nami are attempting to beat me down and make me wish I was never born. I need to find some strength soon.

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