Abandoned Factory, Karakura Japan {Bount Hideout}

[[bounty hunter]]

On the far west side of Karakura town, in the abandoned part of the neighborhood is an old factory. This factory was originaly a iron factory. But as of seven years ago it has been taken over by a man named Voldo Vercci. It is now a safe haven for people known as Bounts.

This factory has several stories, six to be exact not including the basement levels. So there is five upper floors and two basement levels. It was abandoned due to some freak accident that killed many of the workers. They say that it was faulty design in the building's contruction and was never used again. The government never tor it down because it would cost too much money to tear down so they left it there and abandoned it. Ocasionaly street gangs will try to take it as territory but they somehow always end up disapearing or in the hospital. No one knows what truely goes on in the abandoned factory, only that there is a rumor of a man and a woman living in the factory. But no one ever sees them come in or out of the factory.  

[Aku Kami Kurayami]

The roar of the engine, the wind in his hair, these were the things that a Bount could enjoy to the fullest. The thumping of the motorcycles wheels over the small speed bumps sent some jolts through the old Harley. Conrad had visited the new Kadaver a few times. He personally didn't care for the new one, but Chantre had peacefully declined the position, so he would have to live with it.
Pulling up to the open door way, Conrad noticed that Chante was making her rounds as well. But that wasn't as interesting as the new person there. He looked a little like an old fogy with the cane and all. In the end, Conrad pulled up on the opposite side of everyone, halfway through the door before he turned off the engine and got off the bike. He was dressed in his normal casual attire: maroon bandanna, back muscle shirt, jeans, boot, knuckle gloves, leather jacket, and some very snazzy shades. After getting off he pulled the sunglasses of and flicked them close as if they were a balisong and put them in the right breast pocket of the jacket.
Nodding to Chantre, he spoke up to Voldo:
"Who's the old guy?"