The basement hummed. It was a low sound. It vibrated in the teeth.
Kaito stood in the center of the substation. The lights above flickered. They died. They came back. They died again.
He held a flashlight. He did not turn it on. He did not need it.
The air smelled of ozone. It smelled of burnt copper.
Kaito thought: Three years.
Kaito thought: You have been here a long time.
A voice boomed. It came from the transformers. It came from the wires. It came from everywhere.
Raikou said: "You are small."
Kaito said: "Yes."
Raikou said: "You are quiet."
Kaito said: "Yes."
Raikou said: "I do not like quiet."
Kaito said: "I know."
A spark jumped across the room. It landed on the floor. It sizzled. It vanished.
Raikou said: "I am Raikou. I am the storm. I am the lightning. I am the sound that comes before the rain."
Kaito said: "You are trapped."
The lights flickered violently. They turned blue. They turned white.
