It's night

Pantsu are a necessity. Hat pantsu are even more important. Buy some neat shit and head to the destination or whatever.​

 

While the money in the case may have someone else's name on it, you've got a credit card with no limit and a desire to wear some schoolgirl's panties on your head. First stop? Red light. You take some time to look around before you find one that looks right. About 5'4", probably high school age and with an older man hanging around her like a disgusting little fly. You stride on up, looking the part of the kind gentleman stranger and convince the man to leave without much trouble. The girl thanks you profusely. You want to grin. You want so much to betray your intentions to her, you want nothing better than to let her know that you're about to make her wish she'd just put up with the dirty old man for a bit longer. But you don't, because she'd run and that wouldn't be fun. You instead pull out your wallet and gracefully produce 100,000 yen. Her eyes widen. Yes, this is for you, dummy. You then lean in and tell her, "Drop your pants."

Not ten minutes later you're flying down the highway on a motorcycle you found in an alley with a still warm pair of panties on your head instead of a helmet. Next stop? Tokyo? Osaka? Who even cares? This is what you call a vacation. You're actually supposed to be on a plane to India in like four hours according to your contract but you can make it there without taking any handouts. You might be small time compared to whoever that guy behind the desk was but he'd have a rough time finding anyone else who could do the the work he's asking you to. Enough about work though. You hate thinking about work when you're feeling good. So you take the next exit and speed a bunch of miles until you start getting into some creepy ass wooded back roads. Like Deliverance country, but with more cute girls. Out of gas. Well, that was fun while it lasted.

You don't know where to go and there's a single roadway through the woods. You should...

[] Turn back.
[] Keep going.
[] Go hiking.

 

Check inventory .

 

Let's go through that roadway.​

 

[✓]

 

You are currently in the possession of:
Pens:
Calligraphy Pen w/ Inkwell

Conveyance:
Motorbike (no gas)

Clothing:
Stored-
None
Worn-
Sweet Suit
Sweet Shoes
Sweet Socks
Head Pantsu

Computing:
Smart Phone

Key:
Case File for India
Your Wallet
Briefcase with 950 grand in cash for India

Nothing to it, but to do it. You keep walking your way down the road alongside your bike. Doesn't seem to be much going on at this time of night. At least there's no tradition of human sacrifice in Japan. Wait... was that Japan? You don't remember now. Oh well, human sacrifice is mad passe anyone caught doing that would be sent to prison or something. After about a mile there's a fork in the road. You should...

[] Pick it up.
[] Go left.
[] Go middle.

 

Go through the middle. Because that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, you like it.​

 

You take the middle path, as you always do. The grey fallacy has been a part of your life since you started your current line of work. Every single conflict can be resolved with compromise, but that compromise itself might just lead to more conflicts. That's why it's a fallacy. It's not right that you usually end up giving the hostage takers the money. It's not right that you got two warlords to stop fighting each other and freed up their time to fight the guys another ten miles down the road. It's not right that you got the rebels to accept fewer guns than promised on the condition that they'd be receiving air support on the upcoming attack. None of what you do is right, but you make it work out and not a single drop of blood is shed in your presence. You don't let it weight on your mind too heavily, though. This kind of thing isn't a matter of right or wrong because wrong happens without an expediter, it's just a matter of getting paid or not. Right though. Right needs some help. Right is also a dead loss. You never get rich off of doing right. You tried it and your company's stock dropped like a meteorite. So why is it right? Is it because it's harder? Is it because someone else decided it forever ago and--

You seem to have bumped into something. It's a sign. It reads something along the lines of, "little town 1km." You're almost out of the woods it seems.

One kilometer later, you're still not out of the woods. The little town is actually a village surrounded on all sides by trees. Apparently, there's some more stuff further out where they do some agricultural stuff or whatever but that's not here. Here is where most of the folk live and have lived in much the same manner for what seems like the last hundred years. There's electricity, though. That can be filed under assets at least. Now you need to figure out which house you want to impose upon at this ungodly hour.

The house close and to the right has a light on around the back, but seems to be the smallest house. The house far and to the right has no lights on but is the largest and most elaborate house. The house close and to the left has two lights on and has a nominal second floor, unlike even the largest house. The house far and to the left has no lights on and seems completely average.

You go up to the...

[] Close, right.
[] Close, left.
[] Far, right.
[] Far, left.

 

Far right .

 

The one to the far right. Elaborate houses are always intriguing, especially when they're big too.​

 

Stealth and physical activity in general aren't exactly your strong suits. So you work with something that is, politeness. You knock on the door and wait. You don't really like the look of the other houses, too grungy, earthy is the polite term. You'd really just like to get a response outta this one to say the least. After about two minutes, you knock again, louder this time. Five minutes after that a little louder. Ten minutes after that you're practically banging on the door. You're glad that this is one of those gate deals and not the actual front door. But then again, maybe if it were the actual front door you'd get some response. You're about to try knocking again when you hear a door creak open and see some light hit the wall in front of you.

When you turn to look there's a young girl, looks like high school age about, standing there in some shorts, a tank top and... meganeko. You like. You're not one to chase younger girls, but come on, you're in Japan. She tells you that the neighbors aren't going to answer and asks you what you're even doing there. How do you respond?

 

Introduce yourself first and ask her about whatever it is you need to about gas, transportation, that flight to India that was in four hours, or staying the night.​

 

[✓]

 

You don't miss a beat and start sexually harassing your only chance at a bed to sleep on for the night immediately. You may or may not have a little ghost left in the tank. The girl clearly smells it and asks how you drove all the way out here without getting a DUI. You tell her that the phrase tipsy is not as accurate as it might sound. She begins the close the door on you. In a few quick strides she's standing face to neck with you and you're peering down your nose at her. Within a second you're down on your knees, as is the custom in this country, begging her pardon. You might be a little drunk and a little slow but you're more lost that you are trouble. She finishes closing the door and the lights go out.

For a young girl, she's pretty good. Most people go for the pity me, pity me route. Most people also like the entertaining drunkard. You sigh and begin walking away from the house. You hear the door open and shut behind you and the girl is suddenly pulling you along by the arm. She's wearing a raincoat and matching boots now. She tells you that she'll get you back to civilization within an hour. You ask her why she's so garbage at communicating these things in order and she just glares at you. Apparently, she's the only one living in the village right now, everyone else is on vacationing in Hakodate or something. She was studying for entrance exams and her family wasn't willing to reschedule. So she was left alone with Old Man Yamamoto and his dog Buchou for the month.

When you ask why they all went together she explains that the village is just her family and extended family's joint compound essentially. They're independently wealthy and singularly eccentric. You ask her why the coat and boots. She says it's gonna rain. You tell her there isn't a cloud in the sky and she just glares at you again. Apparently, the weater report called for rain. Who knew?

After walking behind her for about two miles you're pretty much tired and she seems to be speeding up. You should...

[] Tough it out.
[] Wimp out.
[] Molest. Molest. Molest.

 

The only solution is to molest

 

Tough it out and compliment her booty.​

 

In situations like this it's best to draw attention away from yourself and make stopping to take a break look like their idea, not yours. In fact most people just respond better to being in control in general. They tend to think things are going their way if they're the ones doing them. How very foolish and predictable. Ah, humans. With a girl like this you're going to have to be subtle and delicate with. So you remain silent for a bit, wait until the right moment and then you decide to give her a compliment. With your hand. Ooh, soft. Ouch, hard.

After she stops screaming bloody murder at you and you can reveal your face without seeing a fist aimed for it you say that it's a custom in your country. She tells you that if you do it again, no one will find the body. That was dark. While you're stopped you ask how old she is. 18. You ask where you're going. A car. Her ideal university. Tokyo U. The distance between here and the car. Another mile. The reason it's so damn far. It's the backup. Her glasses prescription. Blind without them.

She's actually a lot more cooperative than her manner would suggest. She's not really guarded about any questions and she doesn't really seem to be worried about you doing anything to her despite the fact that you're alone in the woods pretty much. She's probably just naive because she grew up in such a peaceful country with such a bunch of loons. Whatever the case, you've had enough of a break so you ask to be led further on. She starts walking without a word. She's not grabbing your sleeve anymore.

When you finally reach the car you're pretty tired again. The girl starts fishing in her pockets for the keys as you approach what appears to be a car from the 70s. At one point was was probably in the possession of someone who had a thing for goes fast and the paint job indicates that said person was probably not very mature; mid teens to early 20s. You turn to ask the girl if this car--

 

Wake yo ass up.​

 

Oh no, I'm dead asleep. Wake up.