After hours of driving through the desolate wastelands and crumbling remnants of old cities, the towering silhouette of the Tokyo Safe Haven finally emerged on the horizon. Its steel walls gleamed under the faint light of the post-apocalyptic sky, a bastion of military control amidst the chaos of the ruined world.
Inside the lorry, the tension grew thick as the team caught sight of their target. Lady Naga stood behind Shikaku, her hands gripping the back of his seat as she observed the fortified structure through the lorry's digital display.
"There it is," Shikaku muttered, his tone low. "Tokyo Safe Haven."
Hanabi leaned forward from her seat, staring wide-eyed at the heavily guarded walls. Turrets lined the perimeter, scanning the wastelands for any sign of a threat, while drones hovered above like mechanical vultures. "So that's the place keeping Ashiro."
Kyoto whistled softly. "Getting in there won't be a walk in the park."
