It's that smell again.

At times, Jinki wishes he could be anosmatic. At times, he gets almost physically attacked by a virtual wall of smells pleasant and rank and everything in between, coming from indistinct, indecipherable sources that if it weren't going to make him even more of a social outcast than he already is, he would have been walking around sporting a gas mask a la Bane.

"At times" means pretty much every single moment he wanders out of his apartment or the haven of the basement bakery where he works.

But this is different. This makes the unceasing assault on his olfactory senses almost worth it. 

And it's coming from that person.