LOST AND FOUND IN TOKYO

In Tokyo, where neon lights flickered endlessly and the city never truly slept, a girl stood alone in the rain.

Sakura's suitcase was soaked, her clothes clinging to her skin as she stared at the house she once called home. The door had slammed shut behind her, the echoes of her mother's voice still ringing in her ears.

"You've ruined enough things already, Sakura. Just leave."

She clenched her fists, biting her lip so hard it almost bled. Her sister's wedding had been called off that morning, and as always, the blame had fallen on her. She was unlucky, they said. A walking curse.

With nowhere to go, no one to call, she wandered aimlessly until her feet ached. It was hours later, sitting outside a small convenience store, that she met him.

A boy with tired eyes and a bag of instant ramen in his hands.

And that was where everything changed.