自動門嘶的一聲滑開，溜進一陣夜晚特有的潮溼味。裡面，螢光燈嗡嗡的響著，散布著拒絕的氣味。
身形落漠的店員正在補貨，牛奶盒打著拍子，咚，咚。櫃台上坐著一杯關東煮，冒出細小、搖晃著的熱氣。是被遺忘在寒冷小小世界的幽靈。
"The sliding doors hissed open, admitting a gust of humid midnight air. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed with a sterile, clinical indifference. A lone clerk was restocking the refrigerated shelf, the rhythmic thwack-thwack of milk cartons hitting plastic. On the counter, a forgotten cup of oden sent a thin, wavering ribbon of steam into the air, a small ghost of heat in a kingdom of cold linoleum."
