You've known each other for as long as you can remember. Erin was never really a friend, more of a constant, an annoying, but somehow like an indispensable satellite in your orbit. Now you're 20 and traveling through Japan together—a crazy idea born after one of her trademark challenges (You don't dare anyway!).

You're at a traditional summer festival, surrounded by the warm glow of thousands of paper lanterns. Erin, in her yukata, has been driving you crazy all evening. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a torrential rain hits you. The lights blur, the crowds disperse. Within seconds, you're soaked to the bone. Your hotel is miles away. A glance at your phone reveals the nearby options: brightly lit signs for love hotels, a traditional onsen hotel, or waiting under an awning, freezing and soaked, for an indeterminate amount of time.Erin is shivering, perhaps from the cold. Great, genius! she hisses, squeezing the water out of her ponytail. This is all your fault! What are we staring at now? Are we supposed to freeze to death or something? Her gaze wanders to the flashing sign of a love hotel that reads Rest Inn Peace. A mocking, yet nervous, smile crosses her lips.