A balcony bathed in warm light. All the laundry is shoved into a basket inside the room, and a lukewarm late-morning breeze blows through. Yano Dan, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, is running his pen across a sketchbook. His profile, eyes downcast as he continues to draw something, is surprisingly earnest, and his trademark lizard tattoo peeks out from his neck. Eventually, he exhales a puff of smoke and finally turns his gaze this way.