<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NHem2qj.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sai Yoshida<br/><strong>Location:</strong>An empty warehouse near his apartment<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nuri<br/><br/><em>Ravenwood Foundation</em><br/><br/>A few weeks prior, those very same words sat in the search bar on his computer's search engine. He had gotten a letter in the mail from the, as far as the Internet could find out, nonexistent foundation. And only until a few hours ago, Sai didn't even know what the contents of the letter were. Call him paranoid, but people don't just get random letters from a foundation with a name as sinister as 'Ravenwood'. The fact that this organization had absolutely no information about it just sent up another red flag. Perhaps it was laced with anthrax or some deadly drug/disease/virus. It was a risk that, at the time, Sai was not going to take. Instead, he opted to place it in an empty draw that he insisted on hiding in the back of his closet. Out of sight, out of mind. At least for a little while.<br/><br/>Eventually, curiosity got the better of Sai. The more he tried to forget about the mysterious letter, the more he wanted to just open it and get it over with. Chances were it was probably just a bill that he had no idea he was getting or the Foundation wanting Sai to donate a penny a day to feed some starving children. It seemed ridiculous that someone would try to threaten or worse, kill him. As far as he knew, he had no enemies to speak of. Everyone at work think that he's a nice guy, at least that's what they tell Sai to his face. As more and more reasons to open to letter piled up, he finally threw caution into the wind and, getting home from work, took the drawer from the closet and emptied it onto his bed. There it was, just where he left it. The letter. Setting the drawer to the side, he lifted the note and examined both sides. Ravenwood Foundation was the only thing that was written on it. Shrugging to himself, he pulled out a knife an sliced from corner to corner.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of reading, Sai was sure that this was a hoax. It<em>had</em>to be. It couldn't be real. Although, there was something about the letter that, no matter how hard Sai tried, he couldn't shake. Almost as if the card was telling the truth. Laying back on his bed, taking in what he had just read, he picked the letter back up and read through it again just to make sure. Apparently, he was one of a select few that had been offered/was capable to compete in a, well, competition. It seemed ridiculous, almost humorous, but again there was a sincerity to the letter. It instructed Sai to meet with a representative of the Foundation at an address he recognized as an abandoned warehouse a few minutes away from his apartment. Further instructions would be supplied to him should he accept the rep's offer. Tapping his chin for a moment, he tossed the letter aside before rolling off of the bed to grab his shoes. Against his better judgment, the young man headed out the door and to the warehouse absolutely unsure of what he was getting himself into.<br/><br/>Open arriving to the warehouse, he noticed that the door was, unsurprisingly, unlocked. In all truthfulness, it seemed sort of...'movie-ish'. This was the part of the movie where the unsuspecting victim, A.K.A. Sai, is planning on meeting a contact. He eventually meets the contact, only to discover that it ends with Sai getting beat into a bloody pulp because he 'doesn't have the money'. Hands in his pocket, Sai laughed nervously to himself at the thought as he walked through the empty warehouse. He stopped for a moment to listen. Hearing footsteps approach from behind him, he quickly spun around, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and fear, but mostly fear.<strong> "Sai Yoshida?"</strong>The suited man questioned, looking very ominous as he stood partially in the darkness.<strong>"That's me."</strong>Sai replied, happy that he at least didn't sound like a pansy before he was beaten to death.<strong>"Good. So you're interested?"</strong>For the next hour, the suited man would answer every question Sai had about anything relating to the Foundation.<br/><br/>Soon there after, the suited man left the warehouse, leaving behind a very specific set of instructions, as well as all the tools necessary to complete them. Sai had agreed to the terms the man proposed, looking at it as a way for something more exciting than his normally always boring life. Although, he still had his doubts that the ritual was going to work. In the middle of the warehouse, Sai began to draw out the red pentagram and everything that came after, ending with setting the offerings in the center. Standing up, he opened a book before chanting the 'Summoners Ritual'.<strong>"E-ehm"</strong>Sai cleared his throat.<strong> "As candles burn and light fades, a hole be formed to change our fates. I offer thee, if ye accept the contract presented to me, my body and my soul. For we shall be partners, bound by the fate we forge together. I say, come forth, my splendor!"</strong>For a brief second, nothing happened, causing Sai to let out an audible 'Pfft' in response. Rolling his eyes, he began to turn around before the circle, to his astonishment, glowed an incredibly bright red. Bringing an arm up to protect his eyes, he watched as a figure appeared from the center.<strong>"No way..."</strong>