I shuffled through the thick crowds of Tokyo, hustling about. The train station never felt so far from where any other place I came out.

The world around me felt so small, and the uncomfortable feeling still lingered in and out. I felt the ghosts of hands trailing on my skin, who had they belonged to? It felt like a sin.

...
...

A text.

From an unknown number.

"Can I see you again tonight?"

My finger on the keyboard faltered.