Three weeks ago, Osaka, Japan.
Silas made his way through a dark alleyway until he finally found himself standing in front of an opened warehouse.
Without hesitation, Silas walked into the warehouse and made his way to a section of it, where a metal door was located.
Getting there, Silas pressed a button beside it and a sharp sound of metal scrapping against metal was heard, as the rectangular peephole was slid open.
"Password?" A gruffly voice from the other side of the door asked.
"Deliveryman." Silas replied.
The next moment, the door opened up and Silas made his way inside.
Walking through the door, Silas descended the narrow staircase, the air growing heavier with each step.
The dim, flickering light bulbs lining the walls did little to dispel the oppressive darkness, and the faint thrum of bass-heavy music vibrated through the concrete beneath his feet.
