Listen to me. You probably heard many stories about Chiba Station, but you don't have to believe it. I was there, in the 2015 spring. When the shotguns went silent, I was one of the first to come here. Sit down, boy. Take something strong to drink. No, Barman, get that synthetic shit away. We need something strong, something special. Trust me. I've seen a lot of people like you. Everyone tells me they're not scared to know. Well, I still have to find someone who doesn't puke when I stop talking.