My wife, Rinrin, gave me a camping brochure after returning from the neighborhood association meeting. Two nights and three days, and it's on a weekday... No one would go for sure, we laughed together. Suddenly, the intercom rang, and there stood the neighborhood association president, Mr. Ozawa, and Ms. Yoshimura, who barged into our house without hesitation. Seeing that we were reluctant to participate, Mr. Ozawa contacted my boss, someone he was close with, to get me time off, slowly closing in on us from all sides. With no choice but to go, the day of departure arrived, and there was yet another trap waiting for us...
