San Myshuno, Nightclub Mushu - 11:41 pm.
Elijah’s been sitting here awaiting for his friend to arrive since 10 pm. He spent about an hour working upstairs before cutting off and heading down to the train station. It’s quiet and not very busy.
He sits there patiently, listening to the music coming in from the station speakers in between announcements. He closes his eyes, taps his foot, and bobs his head to it. A faint smile appears on his face as he listens.