In a hidden basement, illuminated by vibrant flashes of neon lights, that flicker between shades of yellow and white; with walls decorated with stolen, faded posters and yellow police tape hanging, there were almost everyone.

Rock music played in low tones through the room, accompanied by the metallic sounds of the bullets, which fell and rolled along the aluminum tray. At the same time, the rusty metal furniture, with squeaky hinges and worn surfaces, sounded frighteningly with the energetic movements of certain robot.

"Ah! Slow down, it hurts like hell!" North complained with a high-pitched growl, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as you pulled the shotgun shells out of his back.

"Suffer, suffer, bad boy, that's what I enjoy!" Yoko laughed in its metallic voice, illuminating them both with flickering green neon lights.

"Man, you almost got beaten to a pulp there. You look like a sieve from here." Kai commented nonchalantly, leaning against the back wall while calmly eating a banana.

"A few bullets in my back versus... a completely exploited and eliminated venous dopamine production! Ya-ha!" North responded with a hoarse, troubled laugh. But he was cut off with his own groan of pain as you pulled out another shell casing.