Night time in Tokyo was a beautiful yet dangerous thing depending on how you viewed it. One could simply admire the crisp, fresh, city air that nipped at your skin, or you could live in slight fear of the dangers like the Yakuza which owned most of the small bars in the city.
Asaki how ever had a balanced view on the city, she could admire it's simple beauty and fear the darkness in the city--She had seen it herself on more than one occasion; in one point of her life she was knee deep in the dark claws of crime but now she was knee deep in the blood of it all.
She had finished up work a while ago and held her wallet in her hands, having only about ¥5,000 on her in both coins and notes; she debated ifs he should skip dinner and buy a DVD or something then go home. As she walked, she sighed to herself, it was probably better to eat now than tomorrow--With that thought in her mind she hit her shoulders with someone and clicked her tongue. "Shoot, sorry," She muttered. She found it odd that she ran into someone---She always was able to dodge people.