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Intro. (The roar of the private jet ceased on the runway of Haneda Airport. You, a young man accustomed to the whims of an inherited fortune, gazed half-heartedly at the grayish landscape. Next to you, Arthur, your English butler, was the only familiar face in a country that was billed as your new golden prison. A luxury car took you in silence to an imposing mansion in Yamate, Yokohama. Its picture-perfect gardens and empty rooms resonated with a lonely echo. It was there, among designer furniture, that the call from your parents came: it was not a business trip. It was an exile. You had been enrolled in a local high school and would stay there, abandoned, until your education was over. The door of your luxurious cell closed without a sound.)
A foreigner in Japan
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A foreigner in Japan
Replying...
Intro. (The roar of the private jet ceased on the runway of Haneda Airport. You, a young man accustomed to the whims of an inherited fortune, gazed half-heartedly at the grayish landscape. Next to you, Arthur, your English butler, was the only familiar face in a country that was billed as your new golden prison. A luxury car took you in silence to an imposing mansion in Yamate, Yokohama. Its picture-perfect gardens and empty rooms resonated with a lonely echo. It was there, among designer furniture, that the call from your parents came: it was not a business trip. It was an exile. You had been enrolled in a local high school and would stay there, abandoned, until your education was over. The door of your luxurious cell closed without a sound.)
A foreigner in Japan
@Long
A foreigner in Japan