As Youmu walked past a pay phone, it suddenly started ringing. She had seen a telephone before, and didn't know that you weren't meant to be able to call that kind of phone. Stepping into the booth, she picked it up, answering in Japanese. Clearly, the man on the other end didn't care much for it.
"So you're Oriental, then?" he said. "Got English, hotshot?"
"Well, yes, but--" Youmu started, consciously switching languages, before he cut her off.
"Great! Now slowly turn around," he commanded. She did, and saw a dark-skinned man with boxing gloves wave at her with one hand, his other pressed to his ear. As he started talking, she heard his voice again. "When you leave, head down that alley," he pointed it out, "and enter the first building on the left. Head down as far as you can. Then just do what comes naturally. Got all that?"
"Leave, right, left, down," Youmu replied. "I can manage."
"Wonderful. Oh, and you might want to look at the goodies I left in the booth for ya." He hung up, and she looked down at the package - a mobile phone, some tablets she couldn't identify, and a photo of Tomoya labeled 'Don't believe his lies.' Unsure of what else to do, she left the phone booth and headed into the alley, as instructed. The man in the boxing gloves was already gone by then.
