Most days Zenigata come home pretty normal. Sometimes between 5pm and 8pm, usually, though he finally got Jigen a pay as you go cellphone so he could reach him. It was no big deal. Not like it was fancy or expensive. Just one thing after another-- he earned little things like that by being... well, not a fucking asshole, honestly.

Zenigata seemed to really like Jigen over time. He was a good natured and gregarious man by nature, spoke easily and could tell all sorts of stories. Lots of them were work related, some of them weren't, and you know, some of them were probably 90% fiction but it was entertaining, right? It went on for a while like that.

Then one day, the key rattles in the lock-- scratching, missing, scratching again, and Zenigata staggered through. There's no 'hello', there's no 'how are you', there's just a guttural growl before he heads into the bathroom and loses what remains of his lunch.

Then he slaps a $50 on the table. He can't loook up -- one eye is unfocused, fixed.

"Go. Somewhere. Come back in four hours. No earlier. Don't text, don't call. Just go, and then come back."

Then he staggers into his room, half-shedding his coat as he goes, and shuts the door behind him. There was a few more rattled things, before the futon clanked as it folded outward, and creaked as Zenigata's body was dropped on it.

Probably not the best day at the office, right?