Chapter 1

The best thing about leaving his neighborhood of Happy Road Oyamadai was that he would always return to it. That was the thought that gave Franz comfort now, in this noisy and confusing environment. Not a lot of comfort, though. Under his beard, he muttered, "We will never get out, we will never get out ..."

Looking around, his friend O.G. conceded: "It is somewhat hard to navigate, isn't it? With three different versions of every floor. All those numbers, and letters, and curved arrows. I never trusted curved arrows; they can mean anything. We should have picked an easier Tokyu Hands."