There is someone. On one part of the street is a small Japanese woman. It isn't unusual at all. Her glasses slip down her nose and she blinks pushing her glasses back up on her face.
She doesn't look like she belongs here. But she checks her phone.
Perhaps she can't get cell phone reception here and is walking to a place where she can?
In truth Kayura is checking the time. She has been here for over an hour just walking and listening. Then she looks further down and thinks she sees something.
Forgetting to not look so confident she starts making her way forward neatly walking around two street walkers trying to sell their bodies. She doesn't even so much as blink when a male prostitute actually gives a low cat call trying to get her attention.
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