'Officer, I promised someone I'd bring some senbei, so I'd like to make a quick trip to the shopping district.' 'You're not allowed to leave the station again tonight, not until your car arrives.' 'I promise I won't make any trouble for you.' '…Be quick about it.' Several hours later. Hoshiguma sits on a stone bench at an intersection, watching traffic flow by her with empty hands. She combed all of Nita Street and saw all sorts of exquisitely crafted pastries, but failed to find the senbei that, in her memory, had been everywhere. Under the setting sun, two young police officers run towards her, huffing and panting—they were on her tail the whole time. If she couldn't find some, so be it. There is no reason for her to continue the search. The police car starts moving, with Hoshiguma seated in the back watching everything outside recede slowly from view. This street is all too familiar to her. Two decades ago, it was a row of low-rise buildings where she and her brothers often got wasted together. She can still remember which snack stalls were good, which izakayas wouldn't leave a hole in their wallets. But every shop front looks different now. There used to be an open dirt field where children would play football, but now it remains only as a narrow path sandwiched between rows of high-rise buildings. As her memories fade, she suddenly catches a whiff of something familiar in reality. 'Please, just a moment.' Before the officers can react, Hoshiguma bolts out of the car. She leaves the piercing sirens behind, dashing towards the source of the aroma—a run-down senbei store. 'Three mitarashi senbei to go, please.' 'Sure thing.' Simply answered, skillfully made. Fresh senbei quickly find themselves in her hands. 'You a local? Haven't gotten any orders for this flavor in a long time.' 'My friend loves them.' 'That's a shame, they're best when piping-hot and fresh!' 'I'll tell her to come here in person next time.' 'Thanks, but there won't be a next time. My landlord sold the land to a developer, and this whole area is going to be gone by next week or so.' 'Then... will you re-open elsewhere?' 'Nah. Look at this store, it's as rickety as I am. Forget about it.' Hoshiguma looks at the mottled white walls, and a poster catches her eye. 'What's this poster for?' 'Dunno who put up that wanted poster, but it's been there for years. I remember the panic in the streets back then... but that's all in the past. Maybe they got arrested already. Well, it REALLY won't matter once this place is demolished.' Hoshiguma stares at the wanted poster for a long time. The portrait's subject is no longer discernible. 'Hey, think you could give me that piece of paper? It's no use to you, right?' 'What do you want it for...? Fine, just take it. Saves me the effort of tearing it down myself.' Hoshiguma carefully peels it off the wall, and folds it neatly. After a long silence, she lifts her head— 'Boss, another senbei for me. I'll have it right now, with extra seasoning powder and shoyu.'