Before dusk, the van rolls down the ramp into the underground parking of The Okura Tokyo.
The van's headlights sweep across polished concrete pillars and rows of expensive cars before the engine finally shuts off.
For a moment, the space is quiet. Only the faint buzz of fluorescent lights fills the wide basement level.
Then one of the big men slides the door open.
"Out."
Ryoma steps down from the van without resistance. The air inside the parking structure feels cooler than outside. He takes a brief look around, quietly studying the environment.
This is not some abandoned warehouse. Luxury sedans and sports cars occupy the parking spaces, their polished bodies reflecting the white ceiling lights.
It's a high-end hotel building. There are security cameras mounted along the beams overhead, angled carefully toward the driving lanes and pedestrian paths.
