-oyasumi- Nhk Ni Youkoso - Welcome To The Nhk - Apr 2026

In another, you don't.

Oyasumi, oyasumi.

"No."

The ceiling begins to pixelate. Satou? Is that you? No—you are Satou. Or maybe you're Misaki, wearing a Satou mask. The line between savior and kidnapper is just a dotted line on a contract you never signed. -Oyasumi- NHK ni Youkoso - Welcome to the NHK -

The NHK fee collector hasn't come in three weeks. That's the longest he's ever waited. He's training. Next time, he'll bring a battering ram shaped like a TV license.

And for one second—just one—you believe that tomorrow might be a different episode.

Your apartment is a 4.5-tatami coffin. Sunlight, that cruel morning interrogator, slices through a gap in the blackout curtains. It lands on empty cup-noodle cups. On ashtrays shaped like tiny volcanoes. On the unfinished light novel where the protagonist has been staring at a blank page for 117 days. In another, you don't

Oyasumi, oyasumi.

In one, you go outside. You buy a can of coffee. A girl smiles at you. You run away.

You close your eyes. The dark behind your lids is not empty. It's filled with a thousand tiny screens, each one playing a different ending. Or maybe you're Misaki, wearing a Satou mask

"The call was from my mom. Or a satellite. Same thing."

Oyasumi.

"Did you go outside today?" the stain asks.

Oyasumi, sekai (Goodnight, World)

"Did you answer your phone?"