I walked down the path to the office that was named Tokio. the whole city was buzzing with sounds and smells that I almost wished I was at home again, but I had to check things up with my publisher. when the big flashy sign was in my sight i quickened my pace with my hands in my pockets in hope of avoiding any touch with anyone, who knows where their hands have been. not only had he had the experience in having his butt touched but also a person that whispered dirty things in his ear as he once stood in a packed train awaiting the next station. I opened the doors to the company and went over the the reception and asked where "Joker" was. The receptionist told me the location of my publisher. Still with quick steps I headed to the elevator and pressed the button for floor 23. The whole building had a total of 30 floors. It was a big company with only a few people, very much to his liking. He walked around the floor until he finally found the person he was looking for his publisher Joker, he had brown hair to his shoulders and wore a red tie around his neck and wore a black shirt together with a pair of brown knee long shorts, on his leg was a big tattoo. Edd always told himself. Don't judge a person by his appearance, because Joker was a professional despise his appearance.