A Musebox for Flying Squids

"Nah, man. I'm all right." Jigen waved him off, one arm around the bag of sandwiches. The last thing he needed was a visit from concerned government workers who might do things like look up his history and whether he was supposed to even be in the country. The Paris streets weren't great, but the American streets were a lot worse...and had a lot more people who might want him dead.