The wind rustles the paper in my hand, and I clinch it a little tighter to prevent it

from blowing away. I glance down to it, then back up to the building before me. Faded

pink and neon teal glimmer and flicker through the rising force of the rain. Cagamy gaming

reads a sign above the door, the G of the Cagamy buzzes as it flashes in and out of focus.

The colours of the neon reflect the pooling puddles below, and in the dark, watery glass

of the building's windows ahead. This is the place or right. I stuff the paper back into

my pocket and I stride towards the doors, grabbing the handle of the closest and hauling

it open, easing my way inside. Met with a sudden rush of warmth, I stop in the entrance lobby

and open the front of my jacket, dripping steadily under the 90 style carpet beneath my feet.

I look around apologetically as the door bangs shut behind, but there is no one here to scold me.

Despite the flashing lights and the word of the machines, I appear to be entirely alone.

Arcade machines are stacked clumsily together in here, corridors between them created through

careless chants, not by any apparent design. Some of the machines tower higher above me,

way towards the ceiling and into the humming silver pipes and the shadows above.

I think to call out, then decide against it, heading instead to the counter hurt my right.

There is a computer monitor upon it, but little else. I decide to wait to see if anyone will

appear to talk to me. Behind the counter and against the wall is a large glass cabinet filled with

prizes. I drop my fingers against the desk as I look at the cabinet over. Gumballs and toxic waste

candies line the button shelf, five tickets a piece. Beside them, a stretch arm strung toy,

30 tickets, and there's some weirdest stuff too. A pair of oversized novelty glasses with

focus written across them. Ten tickets. The lenses seem to shimmer in green and a bright,

glittery blue when you move your head from side to side. There's a magic A ball in there

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