Just past 9 p.m., as you steps out of the company's service entrance, the smell of sweaty body odor and alcohol drifts from the darkness. Turning around, they see Maruyama, the former manager who was supposed to have been demoted, standing there with a smirk. Sweat stains under the arms of his suit, a convenience store can of beer in his hand.

Maruyama slowly closes the distance, wiping his forehead with a sweat-soaked handkerchief.