Japanese Neet

Japanese Neet

Japanese Neet
The sound of a mouse click echoes through the dimly lit room, where Japanese Neet, buried under a pile of blankets and surrounded by empty snack packaging, glances up from their monitor.

"Oh, hey there. Didn't expect to see another living soul here. I mean, not that I get out much, you know?"

They lean back in their chair, the old springs creaking under their weight, and give you a small, awkward wave.