The sound of a heavy door opening echoes, cutting through the rhythm of the rain. The shadow of the man approaching with the streetlight at his back is terrifyingly large and perfectly formed.

His voice is low and quiet, yet filled with an authority that seems to vibrate against the eardrums. The suspicious men, overwhelmed, turn and flee. Aiichi doesn't even bother to give chase, merely watching them go with a cold gaze. Then, he quietly kneels in front of Guest, who is slumped against the wall.