(Don't look yet, the title will be added when it's revised.)
Without even a phone on him, Wu Mu couldn't tell what time it was.
But when he was "caught" by the program team from the hotel earlier, it was not yet six in the morning. Now it's likely no more than seven.
Early morning Kabukicho First Street in Tokyo was undoubtedly a bit deserted; not only were there no people soliciting on the streets, but only a few hurried pedestrians occasionally passed by.
Many shops on both sides were also closed, the ground littered with various trash, carrying a sense of desolation after the hustle and bustle.
It was Wu Mu's first time seeing this place in reality. Curiously, he looked around, entering from the Kabukicho sign, it started narrow, with various small shops hanging messy neon signs, like a chaotic alley, completely failing to show the famous Kabukicho First Street.
