Tokyo is quiet. Well, it's as quiet as Tokyo can ever really be. It's a busy city, and there's always someone around, no matter the hour, no matter the weather. You can fade into the background, in a place like this. Lose yourself. Be anonymous. That's a good thing, as far as Dexter Vex is concerned.
He walks around, silent, searching for the pathway, the entrance, the gateway, into the Underground of Tokyo. He knows there is one, below even the subways that are as packed as the streets.
"You're going the wrong way." It is Spring-Heeled Jack. Spring-Heeled Jack is grinning, as if amused. "It's the rooftops you want, idiot, not the underways."
"Oh."
A/N: Kehe :)
~Mademise Morte, February 21
