[Deserted is right. Other than the fact that these keys are on the wall, there's nothing much in the bank to look at besides them: no paperwork, no old names, nothing but blank pages and their footstep's echoes on the fine tile of the entrance hall.
Kim's right, it sems. Risking the trap is the only way forward. Kamui, leaning past Kim, studies his own key behind the teller's counter, his fingers running over the grooves on its edge. Finally making up his mind, too, he slips it off its place on the wall and pockets it. The younger man nods:]
I'm with you.
[Then Kamui moves on without waiting for Kim to lead the way. (If there's some danger ahead of them, maybe he'll meet it first.)
All they find, however, is a cool vault lined floor-to-ceiling with safety deposit boxes. Kamui steps inside first, giving the room a quick once-over before turning his attention to the boxes. Right away, the now-familiar name 'Kitsuragi' meets his eyes.]
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Kim's right, it sems. Risking the trap is the only way forward. Kamui, leaning past Kim, studies his own key behind the teller's counter, his fingers running over the grooves on its edge. Finally making up his mind, too, he slips it off its place on the wall and pockets it. The younger man nods:]
I'm with you.
[Then Kamui moves on without waiting for Kim to lead the way. (If there's some danger ahead of them, maybe he'll meet it first.)
All they find, however, is a cool vault lined floor-to-ceiling with safety deposit boxes. Kamui steps inside first, giving the room a quick once-over before turning his attention to the boxes. Right away, the now-familiar name 'Kitsuragi' meets his eyes.]
Kim, I think this might be yours?