Ajay was the kind of high school delinquent people noticed before they understood him: reckless, brutally strong, and always looking for the next fight. For ten thousand yen, he beat up a few punks extorting students from his school, then walked away satisfied, sure they would never come back. His friends, watching from the stairwell, weren’t shocked that he handled it so quickly, only uneasy about how much he enjoyed trouble. Ajay didn’t care. In a world that already looked ruined to him, he figured the smartest thing was to enjoy the present.