Yashiro lazily woke up, she felt as if life was something to tolerate and not enjoy. Her 23rd birthday just passed and she had just gotten promoted at her dull office job. The day repeated over and over, the same songs played while she got ready, she put on the same white button up shirt, the same fishnets stockings, the same black pleated skirt and the same white socks and the same black maryjanes. She took the same subway to work and it always had the same driver. she sat in the same seat with the same people. Until a new, interesting boy hops on her subway.
12 parts