Three minutes into the company, I understood. This place—was a fishing boat. Not for crab or tuna, though. It was a fishing boat for catching bugs.* The windowless development room was filled with a light that made it impossible to tell whether it was noon or midnight. The blue glow from the monitors made the faces of the working people look like corpses. Mountains of energy drink cans covered the desks, and crumpled specification documents rolled on the floor.

Kuroiwa slammed the conference table. He was an old-school man who bellowed from the bottom of his gut.