intro; no event
One dependable trait that Masayoshi Tanimura could always rely on was his sense of direction - so long as he was in Kamurocho, he was never lost. He'd lived in the city all his life, after all - he was raised in the twisting maze of Little Asia's alleys, and had long memorized every street, every pathway. Being on the Community Safety division of the Kamurocho Police Department required as such, even if most days his patrols were much lazier than warranted.
So the fact that the detective's surroundings were completely unrecognizable disturbed him utterly. Even the smells were alien. Tanimura wandered through what was most definitely not the back lot of the mahjong parlor, listening intently for anything on his police radio.
"Tch..." No matter which frequency he dialed, he got no answers. With a frustrated grunt, he shoved the thing back in his jacket and looked around. Maybe it'd be more productive finding a major street and trying to get his bearings there. Find someone. Or...
A rusty staircase leading up to the roof caught his eye. Having a higher vantage point, that sounded good. Without a second thought, Detective Tanimura climbed upwards, not knowing who or what would find him there.
So the fact that the detective's surroundings were completely unrecognizable disturbed him utterly. Even the smells were alien. Tanimura wandered through what was most definitely not the back lot of the mahjong parlor, listening intently for anything on his police radio.
"Tch..." No matter which frequency he dialed, he got no answers. With a frustrated grunt, he shoved the thing back in his jacket and looked around. Maybe it'd be more productive finding a major street and trying to get his bearings there. Find someone. Or...
A rusty staircase leading up to the roof caught his eye. Having a higher vantage point, that sounded good. Without a second thought, Detective Tanimura climbed upwards, not knowing who or what would find him there.