City Hall Post.
City Hall. Located at the Shinjuku station, reachable by many subway lines. You have been ordered by the police to come here to receive a Japanese identification card, a work ID card, a special card with a number that deciphers who you are, and a card that works similar to a debit card. The sum on it is considerable enough to get you started on your new life in Japan, but you will be expected to work and pay taxes if you are deemed able.
The line is long...very long. The police officers assigned here are handing out blankets, food and water to those at the back and middle of the line. Some people have taken advantage and have dozed off or are munching on warm, mushed-up nigiri or egg sandwiches. If you are social, you may decide to talk to a few people on the line, learn their stories. If you are upset, you may not.
The building itself would be frightening to those who aren't used to cities. Many stories tall, you have to lean back to see it all, and you feel as if you are going to tip yourself backward when you do. It's very imposing, cold, and as the citizens of Japan stare at you as you stand there, it makes you wonder what kind of place you've landed in.
As you enter, the harsh lighting makes you blink. There is a security desk, metal detectors, frisking...measures every person must go through. Every weapon you are holding, if you have any, is confiscated, and you are sent with another crowd of people, all waiting for their number to be called. You are an extremely high number, and the last number called was extremely low. More time is passing. When will it end? How long will you be here? Is it worth it to follow these idiotic rules?
Finally, you are shuffled up to another floor with a bunch of people and a policeman leads you to a desk with an official (but dour, extremely dour and bored) looking man that is typing away at his computer. He looks at you, eyes searching you up and down, apparently looking for something. When satisfied, he asks you to sit.
"Welcome to Japan." His voice implies that you are not entirely welcome, though he is doing his best to hide it behind a soft voice and polite speech. "What is your name?"