(11:03 PM, in some back street, there stands a large, brick building, an old apartment complex that looks abandoned. Inside however, everything was well kept, with no other residents living here, it was the perfect place for Hikaru to not only live, but to store all his stuff for jobs, weapons, explosives, even a small garage to keep a car in. Inside, he shuffles between a bunch of junk, clothes, and dirty magazines to find his passport and the stash of money he saves in case of emergencies)
Dammit, I really need to clean this place up. Okay, gotta get the hell outta Shinjuku, but where do I go? Osaka? Kyoto? Aomori? Japan might not even be safe anymore, maybe I should leave the country altogether.
Continuing to shuffle through the junk in his room, he manages to find a small hidden panel in the floor, with a significant wad of cash, and his passport. Next to it is about 5 speed loafers for his revolver. He then rushes to the floor below him to find any explosives he may need
To think it’s come to this, all these weapons meant to take down corrupt organisations and criminals and now I gotta use them for something else...