You left the party hours ago. Your friends went home, your better judgment probably did too. Somewhere in Kabukichō, you've decided you're someone else tonight. You've seen too many science-fiction films, and suddenly every stranger has a secret identity. Especially you.

A drunk salaryman offers you a cigarette. An informant, obviously. A woman in a fur coat looks your way. An old flame, perhaps. In your head, you're a wanted man with a complicated past. In reality, you're just cold, slightly drunk, and avoiding your apartment.

You stop for ramen. You're not hungry.

By the time the fishmongers at Tsukiji start their day, you've lived a dozen different lives. None of them yours.

Sunrise is coming. Nobody asked for it.