The rooftops of Shibuya. The night's always cold up here. Always. Smog's too thick to see the stars. I sit lazily on a strangers rooftop. They don't know who I am, I don't know who they are. Don't care enough. Nothing matters anymore. I know the truth, the truth that will cut me down in less than a half-hour. It's crawling up my neck, hand unsteady. Leaving my last moments of this will confuse the average man, so a clue need only suffice. For the person who finds this, remember: God and the Pigeon are One.
In his small, messy office, Koh had been pondering what this last bit of data ment. "God and the Pigeon.... one.... pigeon... God.... oh." It was simple when he thought about it the Shibuya Evangelical Alliance Hall made sense. People reffered to them as pigeons, believing anything the G.W.O.A. told them. After booking his flight, he sighed and headed for the door.
Isis's grin gleamed through the churches interior as she countered Koh's attack and slammed him into the ground. Knowning him all too well she laughed in his face. "Come on, Koh. You know me better than that." She ended her sentence with a blow to his face.