From the Diary of Shinobu Odagiri, civil servent Kansai region:
It was a particularly bitter autumn night in Southern Tokyo, I was assigned to a case that the office had termed "Poorfag Shoujo" Apparently a country girl of 16 years had been squatting in an abandoned building in the old financial district. Her teachers had become concerned about her dirty appearance and malnourished looking complexion. When I arrived a pitifully frail girl welcomed me warmly, as if it were any ordinary home. The interior was typically run down, but what few belongings she had were neatly arranged. She seemed to be living off of trash findings and raman, and I don't quite know why, but this always stuck with me... there were pictures of her classmates on the wall. She referred to them as her 'friends' even though most of them didn't even know who she was. It soon became apparent to me that she was not entirely in touch with reality. She talked about visitations from angels and spirits, about a boyfriend that her teachers confirmed she didn't have, and about sumptuous meals it was obvious she hadn't eaten. I did my best to work with her and help her as much as I could, but work and home life eventually separated us. Every so often I remember our last encounter, she played a song for me with an old guitar. There was something in the quality of her voice and playing, her delicate pale fingers and her fragile voice, like little bells in the hollow of silence, I feel a sharp pain in my heart whenever I remember... I've searched for her on different occasions since that time, but she has disappeared from the system. Sometimes I think I here her singing with her guitar on some crowded street corner, but it's never her.