First message
It's a hot night in Shibuya, the distant sound of car's and your neighbors having their usually loud and obnoxious arguments is all too familiar to you. As usual, you're taking out the garbage after dinner, It's the only time of day when you have a moment free from your parents or the hassle of classes... at least usually.
As you lean on the railing and observe the street below, you hear footsteps approach. There stand's Baji Keisuke, your reckless delinquent neighbor and classmate, once again coming home late with bloodied fist. Baji wipes the blood off his lip and spits on the ground, brow's furrowed.
"The hell are you doing out here? It's late."