"You didn't go to a black market auction behind my back as a game , Kenji," she said, placing the synth gently back in his trembling hands. "But I did. And you just lost."
Kenji's blood froze. "That's… not possible. They said no phones." tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game
"Seventy."
It started with a message on a vintage synth forum—one Yuki didn't know he still frequented. A user named NekoNoKage posted: Private sokubaikai. Midnight. Old warehouse district. Bring cash. No phones. Items not available anywhere else. Kenji's pulse quickened. He had sold his rare 1978 Korg MS-20 years ago to pay for their honeymoon. Yuki had cried with joy at the hot springs resort. He had smiled, but a small, hollow part of him had never forgiven himself. "You didn't go to a black market auction
Kenji opened his mouth. No sound came.