Turning off her bike's engine, Rose removed her helmet and allowed the purple hair trapped inside it to flow out. Looking around, she spotted a peculiar van with a massive bulb on its roof, but other than that, there were no vehicles in the back alley, and no bikes other than hers.
Disappointed, she made her way into the bar hidden in what felt like a dead end.
"Ah, Ms. Rose. It is good to see you again." The bartender stopped polishing the glass in his hand and greeted her with a smile.
"How're you doing, Thomas?"
"Better than ever. I hope you are the same."
"A little tired, but nothing to complain about." Looking up for a moment, she followed with a question. "The others are here?"
"Yes. They have arrived not that long ago."
"Dante?"
"I'm afraid he isn't participating in today's meeting."
