Warning: Mentions of sex and prostitution and drinking too! Nothing bad!
Kei could see the train coming.
His best friend of his childhood was right there, but they couldn't stop it.
The train was too big, all black and shiny and full of lights, people laughing, the clack-clack-clack of the wheels against the tracks.
Katou was there too.
And who was this drunkard? Was the woman a prostitute?
She was paid by her drinks to have sex with her, was that it?
They were called "strawberries" if they did that.
But, no, the woman was a hallucination, and everyone was dead.
Now there were only black balls, and black suits, and things that looked like yellow nipples but boiled away into space.
There was no sex, never, not ever again.
Kei lived a life of sexual purity, complete celibicy, praying to the wall every day, hoping for gods to rescue him.
But the gods never arrived.