Raiden is in a storage room, sleeping restlessly. He is suddenly awoken by a sharp snapping sound.

He bolts upright, eyes flashing open. His pulse quickens as he scans the room.

“Who’s there? Show yourselves!” He calls out sharply.

He grabs his pistol and aims it at the crates.

“Who are you?! State your business!” Raiden demands, finger near the trigger.