Chapter 11Hiroshi found the Morning Light NPO office after a long walk from the station. The rundown building was crammed between a university training hospital and an old apartment complex. Far from the station, it was the old Shibuya of backstreet boutiques, friendly restaurants, and funky music clubs.
Closer to the station, that older Shibuya had already been transformed into an MBA’s dream—retail, office, exhibition, and entertainment space plunked into brand-new thirty-story skyscrapers. There, Shibuya had started to look digital, but that faded farther from the station.
The building that housed Morning Light looked like small apartments converted to small offices. Hiroshi had to turn sideways when someone exited the elevator in the cramped entrance hall. He wedged himself in and pr
