[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://youtu.be/fAHbUcWxJXs]Corporate War Zone, F1[/url][/h3]	The tower... was not what Sato had expected. And not in a good way, either. Looking to the side, he was walking beside Kotori, comforting if only because she was as experienced as he was when it came to dungeons. In front of him walked Alexai, who hopefully had the brain to match the muscle, and Rui, their familiar leader. To Sato, this group was pretty much optimal as far as party composition was concerned.

	What wasn't optimal was, of course, the dungeon itself. After parting with the other half of the team (of which was lead by Kazuki and Megumi), they walked up to doors of the skyscraper. Fully expecting something hollow, desolate, and maybe even confined, Sato was shocked to see a wide-open battlefield, stretching seemingly infinitely. No walls or roof to be seen. Why this was disorientating was obvious. It was like they had walked into a whole different world, which, thinking about it, Sato decided wasn't actually too abnormal considering they were in the mirror world.

	It would've been arguably better than what he had expected, if the battlefield wasn't in use. Shots were being fired, and silhouettes rushed on the field above the trenches, only to be halted by the bullets of machine guns. It looked like a scene straight out of a history textbook, except that office supplies were littered about, contrasting with the out-dated military equipment. None of the shadows seemed to be targeting them, and as they walked through the trenches, it appeared there weren't any tricks being played.

	As the team maneuvered their way in the trenches, Sato's mind wandered to the dungeon itself. As was established, the dungeons had something to do with the victim, so what was with the skyscraper appearance, only to harbor some weird war dimension? The answer didn't come to Sato quickly, so he gave up and focused his attention on the situation at hand. He tried to glance at Rui, but the musculature of Alexai's back blocked his view. Sato would've just re-positioned himself like any normal person, but he felt an odd comfort being behind others. Call it cowardice or something else, Sato justified it by clutching the bow he held harder. Not like he was front line material any way.

	All he could do was hope that whoever he was following didn't fall into a pit trap.