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Sunday. 10/30/05. 01:38:47 AM
The place was swarmed with plastic masks and faces painted with
red and black, their bodies covered sometimes in elaborate
patterns of clothing, while other times bare enough to display
how pale their skin was under the moonlight.
Ryo was surprised when he arrived at the address given to him
through the phone, considering that the entire place was full
and shaking with men and women disguised into the demons of the
night, visible only by the low red light bulbs here and there,
and the moonlight which shines coldly through the mists of
peoples' breaths.
Nobody even looked at him as he squeezed through the crowd,
pushing his way into the place.
He didn't know why in the hell he was here in the first place,
or who the hell he was supposed to find in this place.
Even if he recognized the voice of the person from the phone,
will he be able to pick her out from the mess of people
intermingling around here?
That is, if he could even hear anything from the roar of
conversations mixed with the loud pounds coming from the music
speakers. The walls echoed the music loud enough that Ryo could
feel his own heart shake from the vibrations.
And before he knew it, he felt someone tug on his jacket,
pulling him strongly from the crowd, backwards and backwards
through the sea of humans dancing and rubbing themselves against
each other.
He tried resisting, but it just wouldn't let go, and he could
barely grab onto anything without them just shaking his grab off
from their own skin or clothes.
A futile resist.
"I knew Eiji Shinrow, Ryo Hayashi." The voice whispered by his
ear, her breath so close that her warmth traveled through his
ear canals. "And if you're willing to come this far for your
questions, then I'm sure you won't mind following me a little
longer."
Without waiting for his reply, Ryo was taken out into the cold. |
