Somewhere in the city there were samurai laughing as they flew imaginary planes, shot fake guns, danced, and reveled in plushies.

This place was not that one.

This was a worn out place with tatty lighting, overpriced goods and the vague odor of pee and sadness.

The failing lights flickered on the convenience store as Hato made her way back to the counter by the broken photobooth.

"One pack of black mist cigarettes and a lotto ticket please.' she requests of the clerk behind the shot-up security glass, as she slid her three koku through the slot.

Int/Lore Underworld: 2 Raises called, 46 vs. 35 passed.

'Heh, still playing eh? The cigarettes are in the back, I'll get 'em brought out.' the clerk sneered pressing a button beneath the counter.

Hato filled out the lotto form, and slid it through the slot, and then took a brief detour to the broken photo machine for a single flash of the bulb that dispensed no pictures.

It wasn't too long until her packages was ready and slid back to her through the slot.

'Good luck, samurai, always a pleasure doing business with you.' the clerk said.

Hato gave a shallow bow, retrieved her package and walked out into the rundown streets.