Ryu peered his head out the elevator, checking left and right for any signs of danger. The warzone like sight that greeted him directly infront of the elevator was replicated down the corridor both ways. Blood, color, body parts, more blood. But most importantly for now, no immediate danger was lurking and so Ryu stepped out of the elevator, albeit still with a hint of caution. Whatever happened here, was it related to the man in his room?

His thought process was cut short as the distinct sound of heels clacking on a hard floor echoed through the corridor. Followed by a scream. Without hesitation, Ryu bolted towards the source of the scream. He arrived at a sushi kitchen just in time to watch a fish fly across the room and hit a metal container with a dull thud. He glanced towards the source of the flying fish, a woman standing just inside another entrance to the kitchen.