"The night smells dark... so dark..."

Kabukicho, Shinjuku.
Where desire pools in gutters, men come to unleash what daylight chains.
Tonight they book you--a prostitute--
Regular: Asagiri Shirou. One-year client.
Newcomer: Kyogoku Hidetsugu.
You hear fate's gears grind to motion--
that aching, choking, scary razor-wire sound.
You know that sound.

"I'm quite fond of you. Exceptionally."
"Tell me... is your 'like' the same as mine?"

First act: tragedy. Or farce.
You drown in sex to stay alive.
Choking on perversion's black tide.

Another wretched story...
...about a woman and men.

[Translated from BOOTH]