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Lost. That was the least Kwang Sun could say he was. Completely and utterly lost. During an umpteenth trip to Tokyo, he had wandered off his usual track to look at shops opened twenty-four seven, even getting engulfed in the Kabukichō, his artistic eye fascinated by the various forms and colors all merging into one giant hive of activity. The district that lived at night. The young man had always wanted to visit it, although he had heard it was not a place for tourists, especially when the sun set. However, he had got out of it safe and sound.
It was three in the morning and Sunny was starving when an irresistible smell of sugar and frosting tickled his nostrils. He stopped and looked curiously around. The izakaya appeared as an oasis. A bright smile over his lips — looking drunk but being fully sober —, Sunny walked over to the restaurant and walked in. “Hello~" he muttered. The restaurant was rather empty at this odd hour of the night, so he took a seat at a table for two and looked around, immediately spotting the amazing-looking pastries in the showcase. “Aigoo... Way to miss your vocation,” he whispered to himself.
