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The neighborhood was certainly unsafe. The people with any sense of legalities had long since vactated the street at this time of night, but that didn't mean the streets were unpopulated. Quite the contrary.

Gang members wandered the streets openly showing their colors. There was a trio of them working in the engine of a Satomobile outside one particular building of note. It was the one where Arika Kataka had an apartment.

The first floor was some kind of diner. It had closed just after dusk. The second floor had 3 apartments. They were small, and pressed too close together. Arika lived in the middle one. She had paid for the other two and provided the names of some friends who she knew were working in other cities, just as she was here. If pressed, she was certain she could get them to drop by and prove their habitation needs.

Tonight though, she had something else in mind. She was waiting in a rocking chair, by a window opposite her front door. Between her and the door, a beautiful blue carpet rested with a tea set laid out perfectly. On either side of the the set, a cooling bowl of noodle soup rested. There were no other doors out of this apartment, nor any leading to other rooms.

In a corner, 3 cream colored cases had been tossed in a loose pile. The top one was open, revealing clothing of various colors.