Takeshi sighed as he walked through the streets of Tokyo. The bustling streets felt alive as they always did, with people quickly moving from one place to another, but it felt quite absent of anything meaningful to him. With two bags of groceries in his hands, it was difficult to weave through the crowd like he usually did in order to get back to his family's apartment. He hated the necessity of having to go out of his house in the first place (for the sole reason of him not liking to be with others), but with his mother growing sickly and his father's old acquaintances being transferred across the nation it became impossible to retain that any longer. As the streets grew smaller and the crowds thinner, Takeshi smiled a bit to himself; he began to feel a bit more peaceful and at ease without all of the people around him screaming and talking on their phones and whatnot. Eventually, he reached the house where he and his mother lived. Breathing a sigh of relief, he used his keys to open up the door and entered.

"Mom, I'm back with the groceries." he called out, knowing still that his mother was asleep. It was a minor habit, but one he could afford to overlook. As he walked over to the kitchen and placed the groceries on the counter to unpack them, Takeshi noticed a small note- his mother's handwriting was on it, and it seemed to be addressed to him. Intrigued, Takeshi began to read through the note.

"Takeshi-
I've got good news for you. I've contacted a few old friends and managed to get you to have an interview at the Nomura Security Corporation; don't ask how, the point is that you might have a job now! The lady I spoke to told me to give you this number, so I wrote it down for you below. I don't approve of you taking such a path in life..."
At this point, Takeshi stopped reading the note itself and skipped straight to the phone number; it was a hassle having to go through his mom's arguments of him possibly being injured and having to lose two of those dear to her before she died and whatnot. It had become a bit tiring for him after a while, and though he could understand her reasoning he couldn't back down now. Quickly unpacking the groceries and writing a note to his mom that he'd be heading out to the park for a bit, Takeshi briskly left his house and pulled out his phone before dialing the phone number she had listed.

"Mom, I really hope you didn't pull my leg this time around..." he muttered to himself as he held his phone to his ear and began walking.