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Damien 101.

It was the closest thing to royalty when we touched down in Japan. Isabella's face was cute and almost made me laugh when she saw the entourage that awaited us.

A black sleek looking Mercedes was parked away from the plane so we carefully got down and we were escorted by four men in suits. They all looked like henchmen for the Yakuza because they did not appear to be business men who preferred the pen to the axe.

Another thing I did not count on was the cold and how piercing to the skin it was. We got into that back seat and the three of us were driven to an unknown location. The glass was tinted so black we that I could not see the outside no matter how hard I looked.

The men who drove us were deadly silent and would not speak to us. The drive took roughly twenty minutes before the door was opened from the outside and we took got down. If I did not know any better, I'd say that out coming here was being kept a secret.

Before us was a tall building of over a hundred floors