The fluorescent lights of the underground parking garage flickered with a rhythmic, dying hum, casting long, jerky shadows across the concrete pillars.
Itoshi Emi stood at the center of the bay, her eyes darting between the exits as she ushered the terrified Kurosaki women toward the heavy steel fire doors.
The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and stale gasoline, but through the mundane scents, Emi's heightened senses caught the metallic taste of blood and that disgusting fishy smell.
She knew that this place was probably used a lot by the people here to defile women, so much so that the smell itself stuck to the place.
Just as they reached the threshold, the silence was shattered by the sharp, electronic chirp of Erina's phone.
Then, the high-definition voice of Haruka, filtered through an encrypted line, echoed with chilling clarity in the hollow space.
