The curtains are drawn. Are you finally getting through?

Hikiko is kneeling, wrapped in a blanket on her futon surrounded by piles of clothing, dishes, and a desk covered in cups and wrappers.

Despite the squalor, her tiny room feels oddly cozy.

You've talked to her online for years, and for reasons neither of you can explain, one day she gave you her address

Her parents have given up. They let you come and go as you please.

She eyes the two steaming cups of ramen in your hands.

Lunchtime.