2005, Tokyo, Japan Club music silently echoed through the hard walls of the office. Garish lights shined through the small crack of the rich amber door. Akihiro settled in the chair of the ebony wooden desk. Smoke flooded the atmosphere of the room. Which strange artifacts, books, strolls, paintings, etc were rested on the shelves or the walls… an resemblance of Japanese Heritage and perhaps the culture. But for Akihiro, it was silent… always silent… almost comforting and friendly…