Chikan Bus Keionbu -

Late evening. A crowded city bus, not a train. The last bus of the night.

Yui, the guitarist, is asleep against the window, clutching her Gibson copy. Ritsu, the drummer, is scrolling her phone, laughing at a meme. Tsumugi, the keyboardist, is politely offering mints to an old woman. Chikan bus keionbu

Not a song. A beatdown.

Ritsu cracks her knuckles. “One… two… three… four.” Late evening

“Chikan,” she whispers. No one hears. Late evening. A crowded city bus

“That person,” Mio says, louder now, pointing. “He—he touched me.”