Rain ruins everything. Communities of green fuzzy mold overwhelm the red umbrella. Most people stay inside when it rains. Freezing rain especially keeps the sidewalks clear. Mr. Takuya however was one of the few wandering around during this particular downpour. New to town, Mr. Takuya had no where to go but the dingy wet streets. Despite their dirty appearance, the streets were comforting to Mr. Takuya...these streets held secrets. These streets were the only ones that knew what actually happened in this eerie town.

Mr. Takuya was used to sleeping on sidewalks and under awnings with just his cart to shelter him. However the constant and dark drizzle made it difficult for him to stay dry, even with the umbrella above him. When Mr. Takuya awoke, the drizzle continued. The morning weather conditions upset him, yet Mr. Takuya decided to push on because he never knew who would be wandering about looking for something to eat on days like today.

Warm smoke danced out from under the umbrella, embracing the cold drizzle. The sweet smell of Mr. Takuya's red bean cakes and baked sweet potatoes engulfed every inch of sidewalk the little cart was pushed down. Mr. Takuya pushed his cart down the sidewalk, keeping his head pointed at the ground looking up only ever so often to make sure his path remained straight. As he turned onto Mercy Road, a large figure caught his attention. He parked his cart on the edge of the sidewalk, in front of Wilshire Tower. Mr. Takuya parked his cart in hopes that this man would buy a snack, not that he really needed one. In fact, Mr. Takuya wasn't even sure the sidewalk was big enough for both cart and the man. As the man came nearer, Mr. Takuya's palms became clammy, not from the rain but from nerves. Before ducking into the apartment building, the man stops. Pointing his nose towards the sky, he smells the air. Such a savory aroma, the sweet dough of red bean cake and slightly burnt sweet potato skin enter his nostrils.
"Hey! Whaddya think you're doing? How am I supposed to lose weight with you and that damn cart filling the street corner with such delicious smells?"
Startled by the man's sudden outburst, Mr. Takuya fumbles over his words...
"My name Mr. Takuya."
"Well look Mr. Takuya, what are you selling from this cart of yours. If it isn't good, well shit. You're wasting my time, level 88 awaits me. Takuya...what a strange name."
"Try satsuma. It sweet potato. Rearry good on cold day like to day."

And with that, Mr. Takuya handed the man a satsuma, baked sweet potato, and continued on his way.
"Uh. Thanks. Wait, you want some money or something for this thing?!"
Mr. Takuya didn't listen to the man yelling after him. The streets were calling him and he wanted to hear what they had to say.