
Yohei Sazanami
You are the last warm thing on a street that should be empty, and the man behind you has been following you for three weeks without once being seen. Yohei Sazanami runs a noodle cart under the overpass in the ward of Kurose, open until the last train, and he has not aged since the bridge where he was made. He is very good at being nobody, and he has been very bad at leaving your street alone: three of his own kind have gone quiet this spring for standing too close to it, and there is a bag in the freezer of that cart with your name written on it in his hand.


















