Chiyoda Prison, on the golf course designated for VIP prisoners.
A man dressed in formal attire, bearing the tag 0081007 on his chest, turned around to face an Angel Envoy that descended from the skies with a crack of thunder, alighting before him.
Without a doubt, this was an Angel Envoy on the brink of arrival, which according to company protocols, needed to be expelled immediately.
The figure, like a kettle boiling over and screaming steam, expelled hot air masses that enshrouded the surrounding few miles in a deep grey fog. Only through the rolling clouds could one barely discern a human shape in formal attire, slowly approaching.
But 081007 didn't strike immediately because he saw the chest tag on the other.
0791001
"Hey, are you the substitute for 0791? We've been looking for you all day. What's the meaning of this?"
"Heh."
