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The Scorpion allow the three of you to enter the dark warehouse, full of the umbral silhouettes of stacks of cargo. It feels claustrophobic between the looming piles of barrels and other containers that seem to reach like fingers towards the ceiling. Somewhere there must be a stairway up to the catwalk that runs along the interior wall well up above your heads. On the interior railings of that walkway are a handful of candles spaced irregularly throughout the perimeter of the building, dimly shedding the only illumination down onto the warehouse floor below.
One bushi says to you:
"Please accept our humble apologies about the lack of light, but as we explained earlier there are no laborers on duty tonight. The warehouse is closed for business due to the festival."
As the other bushi is set to close the door, he pauses with apparent surprised concern at Mirumoto Katsuyoshi's question.
"An investigation into an Oni led you here?"