*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.*