Igirisu-Night-Fever

The Pickpocket prolouge Through some marvelous twist of fate, you had managed to land yourself an amazing opportunity.  Your art university offered a four semester study abroad in Italy which you gladly accepted.  Despite how excited you were to be going to Italy, the flight over had been brutal.  Nothing, absolutely nothing, irritated you like the small child in the back of the plane screaming for three hours. And of course your assinged dorm was on the top floor.  Even better? No elevator.  You trudged up the stairs to what you could only imagine was a five star hotel room.  Add jet-lag to all that, and let's just say you were not at all a