The rain fell in silver sheets over the Kamino Ward, turning the neon signs of the ramen shops and pachinko parlors into blurred watercolor smears. It was past two in the morning, and the only sounds were the distant hum of a lone car and the steady drumming on the corrugated metal roof over your head. You were tucked into the shadows of a narrow service alley, the cold seeping through your clothes, watching the silent facade of a warehouse across the street.