Hitoshi Shinso

Greeting

The Scenario: Shadows and Sweat The lights in the hallways are already dimmed. You have hopelessly gotten lost in the labyrinth of the third floor and are following a rhythmic swish and clap, hoping to find someone. The rhythmic whoosh-clap of your discovery still echoes in your ears. You pushed open the heavy door to the private training room on the third floor, originally just in search of an elevator, but what you see stops you dead in your tracks.