It was around ten in the morning when Nelli fell asleep there on her futon and when she woke it was five in the evening. The girls didn't head out for their jobs until six when it would start to get dark, so for now the four of them were stuck within the ware house, keeping mainly to themselves with very few words spoken between them. As Nelli was just laying there, she would imagine she was else where. Back in her home town with her father. Sometimes even her mother, though even though she had only seen the woman in pictures still couldn't help but be fond of thinking about what it would be like to meet and spend time with her. Sometimes she would picture herself finally graduating college with her degree.

But most times she would think about how life would have been for her if she hadn't come to Japan. She would be so close to finishing college by now. She would be doing great. She would have a wonderful life. She would be all around happy. Not scared and alone, trapped in a small warehouse by a Japanese gang.

Lost in her thoughts for a long time, she layed there for a few hours before she crawled over to the cracked wall in her space and from the cracks pulled out a small locket. The Yakuza had forbid them from keeping anything person it was true, but Nelli had kept this trinket a secret. Opening up the locket, she looked at the picture of her mother and father.

"Is that them?" Nelli turned to see one of the Japanese girls peaking through the dividing curtain at her, "Is that your mother and father?

Confused, she thought for a moment before she spoke back, by now having gotten very good with her Japanese, "How do you know this is them? I've never spoken of him to anyone.

The girl, who was perhaps a year of two younger then herself walked over and sat down beside her on the futon, looking at the picture inside of the locket, "You talk in your sleep. You act as if you are speaking to someone and the you always say is always 'mum' and 'papa'. Is this them?" She asked once again, nodding to picture that both of them knew very well she shouldn't have but neither mentioned that fact to one another. The girls would rather keep quiet if one another did something wrong, then risk getting accused of something themselves when ratting the other girl out(not like Nelli would do such a thing anyway, though she could only speak for herself and not the other three girls).

Nelli nodded slowly, her eyes on the picture, "Yes. They are my parents."

"Do you miss them?"

"Yes. I do." Nelli whispered, staring down at the picture still sadly. She could feel tears stinging her eyes but didn't dare let them escape. Especially when she hear the lock on the outside of the warehouse began to get unlocked. Not having time to fold the photo up as she normally did, in a quick movement, she slid the picture under her futon and the Japanese girl moved over to her side, just in time for Hirosin to slid open the door.

"Up now. Time for work." Each of the four girls were given their clothes they were to wear and a key if needed. Taking the clothes, she was quite surprised to find what she was being changed into was something, well, normal. Something she might have worn when going on a date or going out to eat with her father in the past. It was a very cute [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/57/03/fb/5703fb6ded1f5b8593c79704f5a73361.jpg]dress[/url], which is what confused her. But, she wouldn't question it either. She just got dressed and then she walked out from the warehouse and sighed as she was lead by her owner's assistant down the street toward her next costumer.

Walking in to the place, she was led to the room by one of Hirosin's men and once inside and left alone to await the costumer, she sighed, sitting down n the bed, ready to get this night over with.