“Come on and I’ll show it to you,” Yohji stated, reappearing wearing a pair of dirty jeans. “Name’s Yohji by the way.”
“It’s very nice to meet you Yohji, I’m Tasuki,” he said, skirting around to keep distance from the guy. Good lord… what had Kyoko gotten herself into?
“I think you’ll like it here Tasuki. It’s not too bad. The pounding from the club gets to you sometimes, but you get used to it.” Yohji stopped at the last door in the hall and placed the key in the lock. “It hasn’t been cleaned yet but if you want to do it yourself, I can knock off the five hundred dollar security deposit.”
The door swung open and Tasuki stepped inside to a nursing home nightmare. The bottom half of the walls were an institutional shade of pink, with bright yellow duck wallpaper on the upper half. The ap
