The fog clears, solidifying into a street. It’s dark, but the lights of construction still blaze on. There’s signs written in what translate fine, but if Soldat focuses they can see that it’s a strange mix of kanji, hanzi, and hangul. There’s a crater in the street that’s half-repaired, and the buildings around him are still partially full of holes.

They don’t get a second look from the people around them, few though they are. A couple of drunks, some guy with a woman in red, and a few men in long coats that could definitely hide weapons.

And a man pacing, his expression dark. Otoha doesn’t know why he can’t leave this area when he could go so far before, but he can’t and he hates it. He’d pressed the stupid button, but he’s not certain anyone will come and get him. Why would they?