/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Just my luck. Probably to protect their stead, there are a couple of men picking up the litter in front of a stairwell. I go closer, avoiding a group of teenagers running in the middle of the street. I finally get to read what the sign hastily stenciled says. "Victor November" I mouth the words.
"Tango Sierra" one of the men nearby completes for me. "Are you coming in?"
I shrug. "This is what I'm here for."

I follow them down the stairs and through the heavy doors. Lights, the din of conversation and a center board with plenty of information. I check the clock, it's been 6 hours already for today. As I peel off the protective mask and prepare to settle in, I wonder why do I keep doing this to myself. Why didn't I just joined the people leaving the city in droves years ago. Someone hands me a cup of tea in what is a relatively clean mug. I still wonder what happened to them, if they ever did find a better place. Hope they're happy, wherever they are.