Doctor Kane walked his way to a lone cafe, Sinia Coffee. He saw the premises, and deem it to be the correct address.

He entered the cafe and saw the Barista. He knew what to order.

"Triple Shot Espresso, Sakura style."

The Barista stopped polishing his glass, and made the coffee order. Before the doctor knew it, the sound of an unlocked door was heard in the back room. He took his coffee and tasted it a bit, after analyzing that it isn't laced.

"Horrible" he thought, and walked into the back room. He heard the voice, a certain tune that certainly made a groove.



"Danganronpa."



Danganronpa, an underground dance club in Kinjishi. With the civil war going on the people needed a place where they can drink their troubles away, an airstrike tomorrow may be inevitable, and who can blame them of living the last of their days with fun and dance. Plus, with the civil war going on, prohibition is needed, and Danganronpa does hold the largest moonshining distributing facility in the entire city.

Doctor Kane was aware of the places like these. He has been everywhere for the sake of information and data. He doesn't see one place better than the other, one scum or one formal. One shouldn't be so discriminative.

He saw his target, the informant. He sits alone with a callgirl in the booth, but Doctor Kane knows that the entire club is his sellsword. But business is business, and he shouldn't do some monkey-business. He ordered scotch on rocks, and sat in the booth. Scotch on Rocks, the only way to signal.