Layover 1: Tokyo — one rainy night in Golden Gai

In the narrow alleys of Golden Gai, in Shinjuku, the rain starts pouring. Under a red paper lantern, a woman is locking the door of a bar barely bigger than a cockpit. Her name is Kaede.

Momiji, her bar, has only eight stools and a wall of Japanese whisky. Behind the counter sits a violin case covered in dust. Kaede hasn't played for anyone in three years. Will you be the one she plays for?

Between two glasses of whisky, three decisions will shape the night: how you answer her in the rain, what you ask her at the bar, and what you do once the last train is gone.