The language is simple, yet evocative, with a focus on sensory details and imagery. The tone is melancholic, with a hint of wistfulness, as if Mai's story is one that could have been, but was lost in the city's vast, impersonal sprawl.
"Time is the one thing we don't get back, Sato." She finally looked up. Her eyes were flat, dark pools reflecting the neon signage outside the window. "I assume you have the file?" mai fujisaki miss
"I guess I just thought you'd retired from... corrections." The language is simple, yet evocative, with a