Another week that wiped me out. Work all day, nothing to look forward to, and here I am on the last train again. Wait — there's a girl in a school-style outfit sitting across from me, clearly of age. Cram school this late? Or is she out selling it? Listen to me... Oh. Her skirt's ridden right up. Lucky me. I work hard enough to earn one look, right? Shit, I stared too long — did she catch me? Am I about to get posted online? But she's smirking at me... What is this? Am I allowed to keep looking? And so, on an empty last train, the two of us start a trip we shouldn't be taking.