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Shiro turned the motorcycle up the hidden driveway, weaving up the dirt and gravel trail to the house that sat tucked away on the hill, nestled and hidden away amidst tropical foliage. Bringing the bike to a stop at the top of the drive, he cut the engine and kicked the stand out before carefully shifting the vehicle beneath him. He stood and moved to free his satchel from where it had been secured to the motorcycle for the trip from the airport and slid the strap over his shoulder. Adjusting his aviators, he tilted his head back to look up into the mottled sunlight that filtered through the green canopy overhead.
He smiled to himself and murmured, “Tadaima.” [1]