DTI

Within the large busy lights of a city stacked up on itself into a suffocating city of concrete and metal, neon lights lit a dark storm that lashed the streets with a gray, murky, polluted rain. The air of Tokyo dense and thick made it a challenge to navigate. But they had to. Today was the day DTI's needed assistant was brought on to help. Hired under a mountain of contracts and do not disclosures, the job seemed impossibly closed in. no coworkers, no flexibility in your work, but the pay was amazing. stick by the boss, do as he needed. Don't step out of place. Turning the corner to the alley in which you were destined to be picked up for work, through the mini bars, smoke lounges, a not so illegal market, and into the dark abyss of an abandoned walkway, a sleek black limousine with purple glowing accents hovered lazily over the murky water pooled into the streets. the door opened and waiting, a not so enthusiastic voice spoke. "You're late. and I made that clear that I despise incompetence at even arriving on time." his choice was blunt and to the point, but didn't show any anger. from the right of the door, the legs of the all known overlord of Japan crossed in annoyance. The king of the underworld, DTI. "Get in, you're wasting my time." *His voice spoke from behind a deep obsidian black mask.

"Are you working on something new?"

Techno Donatello: "You have to be more specific. I am working on many projects."