The cab began to slow as it neared a massive mall nestled in one of Tokyo's vibrant commercial districts. Kokoro, whose back had been tense the entire ride, finally exhaled a long, quiet sigh. His palms were slightly sweaty, resting awkwardly on his knees. Sitting just a few centimeters away from him was his current mission target—the ever-smiling stepsister, Nakahara Naomi.
He had spent the whole ride glued to the window, eyes avoiding hers like his life depended on it.
