Tachihara walked slowly and majestically into the dark alley, whistling softly. The moon illuminated the road underfoot, along which rats ran in different directions. Somewhere behind you could hear the sounds of a bustling night city where people were having fun, unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows of every corner of Yokohama. Tachihara stopped in front of the graffitied door and smiled widely before kicking the door out. Today will be fun.