It would've been okay if her group was filled with normal sensible people who possessed a mature outlook in life, especially now that they are in college. But her group was filled with men. No, 'boys' to be exact. It was filled with man-boys who started blasting the chat group with requests for hent**'s and f****lights.

Suddenly, they started asking autographs for celebrity women as well. And Inna thought it was actually a sensible and normal request. It's pretty normal for a fan to ask for autographs from foreign stars. So she decided to consider one of these requests. Until she searched the stars and knew their ident.i.ties.

They were stars, alright. Just not the kind of stars she needed to know about.

They began flooding the chat group continuously that her phone buzzed every second. After dimming down the heated discussion in the chat, she looked through the window, only to realize that she totally missed her stop.

In fact, she missed a lot of stops.

"s.h.i.+t." She cursed and looked at the previous messages sent by her friend.

After scanning through the directions, she didn't see any instructions on what to do when missing a stop.

That was when she realized she f.u.c.ked up.

She had no idea what to do after a missed stop. She tried calling her friend and sending him messages for help but for some reason, his phone can't be called and he didn't reply.

Maybe he turned it off out of fear of being chewed alive for tattling on me.

So she just figured to get off the next stop. She'll probably know what to do when she's not in a moving train anymore.

Better get off than go further away.

But when she did, she regretted it. Because when she got off, she absolutely had no idea where she was. The station kind of looks deserted, save for the two grannies chatting loudly by the side.

Sadly, she can't understand nor read fluent j.a.panese, only bits and pieces. She tried reading the signs there but aside from knowing the station name, her head was blank. She tried asking the old people but they looked at her funny.

She knew she was directionally challenged and it has been a proven fact in college. But at least, she knew that she can survive if she can ask around.

But the people here are scary, especially the old ladies raising their eyebrows at her.

She swallowed her fear, and tried again to ask, using body language and hand gestures to explain her situation. But after being stared at blankly, she was at her wits end. So, trying her luck, she decided to ask her friends for help.

"Guys, help!!"

"What's wrong??"

"You need help choosing mags?"

"I recommend the mags with a young cover girl."

"Eww, that's your thing huh? I'm calling the cops!"

"Pedo-alert! Pedo-alert!"

'It's nice to see that at least one out of the fourteen people online in our chat group care about me.'

"Guys, help!! I'm f.u.c.king lost again!"

"Didn't you just get directions from Aki? Why'd you get lost?"

Bingo, so he told this guy.

"LOL. Stuart, you're talking to the famous Inna Lovenhart who can't find the bathroom even in her own house!"

"THAT WAS ONE TIME."

"Once, twice... doesn't matter how many times. All that matters is that it happened. LOL."

"GUYS, SERIOUSLY, I NEED HELP. I NEED TO GO TO HARAJUKU AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM."

"Chill, Nana. Missing stops is a normal thing. I've tried that last year when I was in j.a.pan. You're going to Harajuku right? Can you picture the station you're at?"

She did what Kevin asked and took a picture of the station name, then sent it.

"Okay, I got it. I'll send you the directions in a while."

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Now, for some reason, because of those 'directions', she ended up in Akihabara.

"I see. So Kevin and Bob were in it together. And Stuart was the one who leaked the info." She muttered to herself darkly.

Those f.u.c.king minions better get themselves ready.

After hearing that Inna was also silent, Bob tried testing the waters. He spoke slowly, his tone is like coaxing an unreasonable child.

"Now, now, Nana. Breathe in, breathe out. I'm sorry for tricking you but just do this for me, please!"

"Who knows, you might even find the anime event there fun! Please just get me this manga with the mangaka's signature and I'll make it up to you!"

"I-I'll… I'll treat you to fried chicken for a month!"

He hastily added.

"Bob, fried chicken isn't enough to exchange for your life!"

"Any food expenses I make, for the next month, you better shoulder it! Buffets included!"

"Noooooo....." Bob groaned sadly.

"Hmmmm? Do i hear complaining?"

"No! I-it's a deal!" He agreed with slight hesitation.

"Name?"

"Bob Leslie Jr., ma'am!"

"Not you. The name of the f.u.c.king manga, you dumb f.u.c.k."

After getting the manga's t.i.tle and the author's name, Inna began weaving through the crowd, oblivious to the incredulous expressions of the people who heard her outburst.

Going deeper towards the event, she received a pamphlet that showed the different sections of manga and entertainment shows based on genres. She decided to go to "Reincarnation", the genre Bob wanted, which was deep into the crowds of people.

Nearing the center where the Reincarnation genre is, she heard a loud commotion. She looked around and saw that a huge crowd had formed towards one of the big stalls.

She was really curious about it since people seemed to go crazy from looking at it. And judging from the sudden cheers and yells, it looked like someone was hyping them up.

Ah, it must be a publicity stunt thing.