A few minutes earlier, Daemon walked to the elevators, and called one up. The one that had carried his bike up was still wide open, locked into place. He went inside to take back his long sleeved top, and start the engine of the heavy vehicle, before he left to enter the other elevator he had called up. He turned back to look at the office, the long-sleeved dark top he had left on the bike before now on his shoulders, and his hand holding the katana he had picked up.
The door of the elevator closed, blocking the buzzing sound from the bike in the elevator that had remained on the last floor, a buzzing sound coming from the engine of the bike, and which was turning harsher, and deeper as time passed.
