Mark drives his motorcycle thoroughly the here-and-there-turn tunnel-like-road. He remembered the morning when he woke and... "Damn! what's wrong with the alarm??" He shouted like crazy. Mark did not care about his surroundings, he just simply mad at the not-working-alarm he set up.
"why'd it has to be now?? of all times??" he keep mumbling as he took a bath and got dressed. and while he was standing in front of the mirror, "hey, I'm handsome.. but don't worry, clown can be handsome too..." then he laughed, like crazy. The time got back to the present, and Mark arrives at his destination.
Well, not like the real destination, a little bit outside. yes, the parking lot. "mornin' mister!" suddenly Mark shouts and ruins a security's concentration, when suddenly he answered "aahh...right".
The parking lot is a large place to contain around 200 motorcycles altogether. It looks old because the paint is not yet renewed, so it depicts the image of grey-old-creepy-abandoned parking lot. And of course in daytime, the lot is nearly full, as usual. but don't ask when the night takes place. "There, I'm ready" said Mark after locking his motorcycle and he starts walking to the building, where his destiny lies await.
