It was a stormy night in Tokyo, Japan it has been years since he has been back and the heart ache was still there he lost his love here and knew he would never have it back. The wind shifted direction blowing his hair back as he stood in the cemetary delivering flowers to her grave he speaks softly not wanting to disrupt the spirits in this dreary space. "Mariko how you doing darling i know its been a long time since i've been here and im sorry after you passed i lost myself and had to tame the beast inside of me before i could visit. I come as a lowly gaijin to ask for your forgiveness in not being here to protect you?" He says a shadowy figure watches him intently smiling as they whisper. "Finally the gaijin returns to complete the ritual and to lead us thru the darkness." The mysterious watcher reported into a small radio as the fog set in, covering the grounds as Logan turned to leave the cemetary; heading back to the hotel room to drown his sorrows. As he approached the crosswalk, waiting patiently for the light to change, he felt a sharp stinging puncture in his neck. He touched the mark, feeling something wet dripping down his neck. He noticed the blood as his vision slowly faded. As he fell unconscious, the mysterious stranger approached and looked at him, picking him up with ease and disappearing into the night. Logan woke in a barely lit room with traditional Japanese ornaments. He gazed around, rubbing his head, trying to recall how he got there and where "here" was.