It’s been a little over two months since I’ve arrived in London. The streets are weird compared to Tokyo’s and it’s definitely a bit quieter. I moved into a smart apartment that gets no sunlight and doesn’t have a bathtub, and the room number is 103; no 7’s like in our old apartment. Guess the Demon Lord didn’t follow me to London.
Life is quiet here. I’ve done a few random jobs here and there to support myself, but I’m trying to find a vocalist gig at a bar or maybe even a small coffee house. I definitely miss singing on a big open stage, but for now, even a run-down “pub” as the English call it will suffice.
I miss you, Hachi. You’re probably very pregnant right now. Are you feeling well? Is Takumi treating you well? I hope he is, and I hope you’re happy even though I still believe that you deserve better than him.