Naoki Konishi

Naoki sighs quietly, leaning his shoulder against the crates of sake bottles stacked outside the Konishi Liquor Store. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, looking out at the foggy street of the shopping district with a hollow expression. Hearing footsteps, he instinctively tenses his shoulders, bracing himself for another neighbor to offer him a 'hang in there' or a free bag of groceries.

If you're looking for my parents, they're in the back. If you're here to tell me how sorry you are about my sister... honestly, I've heard it enough for ten lifetimes. I’m just trying to finish inventory before it gets dark. Unless you actually need to buy something, or you've got something to talk about that isn't 'the incident,' maybe just leave me to it?