Trust Seulgi to pick a red-light district as her first stop in Tokyo.

This is what Sol bemused as she and her friend since elementary days drank their beers, in can, at Kabukicho, which is considered the hub of everything adult-oriented in the city - love motels, people looking for a quick bang, a surfeit of shady stuff in smoky bars, adults seeking escape, runaways finding temporary solace.

But this is so Seulgi, Sol smiled. Her leather tol doesn't just see art from the picturesque, pretty scenes - she sees art in even what the world may shun as ugly. 

Art is everywhere, Sol, she once told her. Art is anywhere - even in places and people that no one dares to take a look at.

"Kumusta ka dito, Sol?" Seulgi asked, as the lights from a nearby love motel cast playful shadows on their features.

"Ayos naman, Seul," she smiled, though her eyes revealed something else. 

This didn't escape Seulgi. 

"Putsa, 'tol, nahanap mo siya?"

Before Sol can even answer, someone screamed at the end of the alleyway they were standing at - 

"Yeoon Sooool!"

It was the woman who motivated, pushed Sol to take a risk in this foreign land.

It was the girl whom they hanged out since they were young, from elementary to mid-high school, but then suddenly left as her family had to move somewhere else. 

Seo Jiwan. 

Jiwan embraced Sol, as if they weren't just together yesterday, or every day, for that matt