O walked down the street, not hurrying. He was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood up, under a pinstripe suit jacket, and torn-up jeans, with black skate shoes. With his hands in his pockets, sauntering casually, he looked not greatly different from any other young man in the city.
Turning a corner, he began to move a little more quickly. He rolled up the sleeves on his jacket and hoodie, and began to methodicaly formulate his thoughts. By the time he reached the end of the block, his will was set. He turned again, crossed the street, and went directly towards a non-descript door in one of the buildings. The area was populated mostly by run-down warehouses and studios, and any one door in any one building was much the same as all the others.
He focused his thoughts: Vffekt, and somthing shifted. A subtle change, unrecognizable to outside observers, but intimately familiar to O. He pulled the door open as he came to it, and stepped through in the same motion. What lay on the other side of the door was no longer the simple street-side warehouse's interior. In truth, O had no idea what it was, or where, or when, but he did know that it took him closer to his goal, closer to Vffekt.







