Suddenly they saw a young man standing nearby the shop. He were wearing outdated cloth – leather jacket and skull buckle. Maybe he wad a biker? But they couldn’t see any motorcycle around.(4/?)

It was almost automatic- he felt someone looking at him. Karamatsu didn’t know who exactly was watching him, but he shouldn’t let a chance slip by. He posed carefully, his left hand touching the edge of his shades as he held the sign in the other hand strongly.