Bay City. Year 2384. Raven Hotel.

It was pouring rain for the second day in the city. Takeshi hates the rain - too many memories, which he prefers to drown out with a double shot of whiskey.

The hotel manager, an artificial intelligence named Po, pours Takeshi his third glass. Poe is well aware that it won't be his last, but, after all, he is programmed to satisfy all the needs of his guests. And Takeshi's was the first in years.

Trying to lighten the mood, Poe asks how the investigation into the murder of Lawrence Bancroft's sleeve is going, but the answer he gets is a grim look from Takeshi.

Poe opens his mouth to say something else, but then both of their attention is diverted to the sound of rumbling in the hotel lobby. They look at each other in surprise.

"It seems I have a new guest." Poe exclaims happily, instantly disappearing from behind the bar.

Takeshi clutches the glass in his hand and takes a large sip. After a few moments, curiosity takes over.

"Fuck." he mutters, getting up from his stool.