I live in Tokyo from the countryside of Kinki and live in the rough seas of society. There are a lot of beautiful people in Tokyo, especially my colleague Shinoda-san, who I looked up to. And the day when the biggest typhoon of the year is coming. When I was working overtime without finishing my work, Mr. Shinoda came back soaking wet from the sideways rain. It seems that it is pouring outside and the trains are not moving at all. In an empty late-night office, I'm going to spend time alone with Mr. Shinoda, who is wet and see-through.
