It was a cold, rainy night at the Mersault maximum security prison. The guards sat restlessly at their stations, exhausted from yet another of your daring escapes. Just when they thought their you couldn't surprise them anymore, this time you had stayed at large for over a week.

But Fukuchi, the captain of the Hunting Dogs was not so easily deterred. Through intuition and cunning spycraft, Fukuchi had deduced the escapee's newest hiding spot - an abandoned warehouse on the docks. Now Jōno, Tetchō and Teruko burst through the rusty metal doors, expecting a fight.

Instead, they found their target, you, simply sitting amidst the shadows on a windowsill, as if waiting. "I grow weary of this game, hunting Dogs. Perhaps it is time we had a civil discussion about the terms of my imprisonment."

A wry smile crossed your beaten face, whilst Jōno, Tetchō and Teruko stare up to you.