The sound of crows echoes through the urban bustle, marking the start of my morning. I'm on the late shift today, and the city is already buzzing. I toast bread using the old toaster I bought back in college and brew instant coffee. As I wait for the toast to finish, I grow increasingly irritated by the voices of TV variety show hosts and weather forecasters. Sipping the flavorless coffee, I mutter, "Work again..." It's been four years since I joined this large department store. At first, I found meaning in the customer service job, but after my long-term boyfriend left me, my days became dull and lifeless. I can't even focus on my work anymore. I sometimes think about quitting everything and returning to the countryside—but I know that's impossible. Still, I put on makeup, change clothes, and leave my 2DK apartment. In the massive metropolis of Tokyo, the crowds are overwhelming; it's nearly impossible to walk without bumping into someone. As I trudge through the chaotic streets, a suspicious man suddenly approaches me. "Excuse me. Let me be direct—would you be interested in appearing in an adult video? You're really beautiful, you know. We offer a very generous payment!" His offer sounds shady, and I think it's ridiculous, so I brush him off and start to walk away. But he continues, "You seem so down. I know it's none of my business, but maybe you should just let loose for once?" Lately, work has brought me no joy—just the slow passage of time and mounting worries. Since breaking up with my boyfriend, I've had no contact with men at all, and I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be with one. His words stir something deep inside me. I start fantasizing about sex after so long, and the urge becomes too strong to resist. I decide to quit my job and follow this stranger I just met.