"Where to?" the driver asked, not bothering to look up until the door shut and his passengers had drunkenly crashed onto his back seat. His heart palpitated when he saw the flash of red in his mirror, and his eyes locked on the shadowy figure that reeked of evil.

He looked at the other man, and felt a little relieved. He was illuminated by light shining through the window. His light features were almost angelic, though his eyes betrayed his drunkenness. "The Mishima compound," he said with a honeyed voice of refined experience.

The fear came slamming back and the driver knew this one was just as dangerous. He began driving with a white-knuckled grip and hoped he didn't anger the Mishima devils behind him.