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Dr. G.I. Boleid’s Psychoanalysis – Part 01

Meanwhile, Kazuya pedaled swiftly on his bike, traveling from East Village southward towards the bustling business district at the southern tip of Manhattan Island, home to landmarks like Wall Street.

Steel buildings clustered together like eerie trees in a forest, jostling against each other, their minimalist design devoid of unnecessary embellishments. Side streets were dim and damp throughout.

Newspaper Row. A hub of media institutions, with large buildings housing long-established newspaper companies.

In one corner, nestled among these impressive structures, stood a six-story mixed-use building that appeared to have been constructed with just paper and glue and discreetly crammed within.

The Daily Road, a fledgling newspaper company.

Word on the street was that its owner was a successful young man who had risen to prominence after the war and was even featured in the country’s Who’s Who. However, despite the supposed prestige, this beleaguered newspaper company, rumored to have been acquired on a whim,