<strong>Karasawa Kousuke.<br/>Shibuya 109.<br/>01:36 PM.<br/>Tagged: Illue Sinata.</strong><br/><br/>Fuck SoftBank. An automatic update right when he was in the middle of conversation. Whatever it was, it was important enough to be prioritized over talking, texting and everything except letting the actual program do whatever it is that rude, inconsiderate programs do. Kousuke shoved his phone back into the pocket of his dark denim, wandering and daydreaming about how to spend his Sunday. What else was he going to do? Go home?<br/><br/>Minutes passed before he realized that his walk had carried himself deep into Shibuya's back roads and alleyways. It was by no means unfamiliar territory, but an inconvenient distance away from the arcade he decided to visit later. Alone, but not like a loser, yo. A buzz jolted him from that last thought, with the delinquent pulling up the source of the sound - his phone. Updated with the weirdest greeting message he had received in his life.<br/><br/>Demon Summoning Program v0.2<br/>Installation complete.<br/><br/>What the hell? He never recalled purchasing a program labeled such. Is this the emergency update? Is he going to have to pay for this? Annoyance after annoyance piled on beneath Kousuke's feet, a truly distressing mountain of first-world problems. As the hundreds of scenarios ran through his head as to why his phone seemed to be picking up a Korean MMORPG, Kou's ear picks up an interesting tidbit spoken from a female voice a few feet away.<br/><br/>Immediately turning, his eyes witnessed a girl talking with the bounce--no, doorman for the lounge in front about a Demon Summoning program. She got hit too? The delinquent was about to move his lips when unfortunately, the girl had waltzed into the private building faster than his ability to approach women about potential tech support issues.<br/><br/>"..."<br/><br/>Mulling it over, Kousuke thought it'd be fun to use the Korean online game to talk to her. Freak her out a bit, and if it doesn't let him chat to other people who possess the app, then he'll just move on. And write a negative review on the inter--No, he's not that much of a nerd. Idly, his fingers clicked and slid to launch the new icon.