Marluxia approached the entrance to the building at a rather slow pace. He was dressed nicely for the event, of course; after all, he was going to meet someone here. Of course, he couldn't look as though he were waiting--he wasn't supposed to know her. It was all happenstance, all a lucky coincidence.

He had to admit, whoever this group presumed themselves to be, they had an interesting way of making themselves known. He had to wonder if they were as subtle as they were showy.

Just what sort of trap did they have in store?