Somewhere in Ikebukuro, Tokyo - a man dressed in an expensive white suit approached a door guarded by two guards, cigarette smoke exhaled into the air as he took another drag of his cigarette. The walls he walked past were white and spotless, despite being called a gallery - there wasn't a single picture in sight, he'd never found one that he'd liked enough to put up, even for the sake of keeping up appearances.
The door opened into a white elegant office - but the furnishings were sparse; there was nothing there that was not of use to its function as an office, no ornaments or personal belongings to give the man away as he sat down on the sofa with a sigh, arms stretched out across the back as two men put down a screen on the table in front of him and backed away, leaving the room. He leant forward and stubbed the cigarette out in an ashtray on the table before addressing the screen.
"Hello, I'm Shiki of the Medei Group Awakusu-Kai and I'm here to answer any questions you have for me."