Prologue
+ Rebecca Miyamoto's Research Laboratory, 10:30 p.m. +
Silence. It is the first thing that enveloped the place. Darkness. It engulfed the whole room with its ethereal power. But not for long.
The door of the laboratory suddenly creaked open. A tall, ominous figure dashed into the lab's table like a rodent looking for food. Hands shot out into the drawer's handles. It's locked.
The moonlight that penetrates the room through the windows reflected a thin, shiny object from the figure's breast pocket. A picklock.
Click. The drawer opened. The figure immediately leafed through the folders containing important files. But the figure was not looking for files about experiments. She was looking for bonds.
The lights suddenly turned on. She whirled around and faced the door.