A teenage boy in black, carrying a guitar case on his back, rode his skateboard to a stop in front of a traditional Japanese house.
Inside that guitar case, however, was not a guitar, but empty air.
Indeed, having run completely out of gear, he had no choice but to head first to his former Safe House to restock. In just a few short weeks, a growing stack of mission assignments had thoroughly wiped out his already meager arsenal.
Chapter 52