Just after half-past noon a black, official looking sedan pulled off from the main road into the estate, and wound its way up to stop beside the parked bus. The skies overhead had steadily become more and more ominous, and the rain had begun as intermittent, fat droplets of unseasonably cold rain. Before the driver could even open his door, the rear passenger door swung open, and out stepped a young Japanese man dressed in a plain black shirt and blue jeans with a denim vest. “Sugei...” He simply stared up at the mansion for a few moments, practically in awe at the sheer weight and volume of the impure spiritual energies the place was steeped in.<br/><br/>“Mister Kawashiro, this way please, Mist-” Jun cut the man off in mid sentence with a chopping motion. “You do not want to be here, I know. Please do not feel that you need to remain longer.” He smiled warmly at the man who gave a hesitant nod as he sat back down in the driver seat of the sedan. “Oh! Sir, one more thing. Be sure to clean those clothes and shower yourself before returning home, you do not want to drag any of this back into your home.” He left the bewildered man behind at the car as he made his way up to the bus, smile still in place even as he knocked on the closed door and called out in greeting. “I am afraid I have made you wait, please forgive my tardiness, Hatcher-san!”