Debt4k Sakura Hell Verified -

Four thousand dollars. Or yen. Or favors. At this point, the currency doesn't matter. The debt is a tree blooming inside my chest, roots through my ribs, petals choking my throat.

Tonight, I'll sleep in my capsule room—one tatami mat, no window. Through the thin wall, someone's TV plays a travel show about a town famous for cherry blossoms.

Hell is watching heaven from the other side of a convenience store window, counting coins for a rice ball, knowing next month's interest alone could buy a dozen bento boxes.

Petals in the Red