Zzztt! The zipper sat tucked firmly beneath Jiro's chin, the black leather jacket now tightly closed. It warded off the worst cold that the breeze caused. The day seemed foreboding as gray clouds gathered in the sky, a promise of imminent rain. Jiro still didn't know what had possessed him to take the man up on his offer. That was a lie of course. He knew exactly what prompted his frantic quest for money. He knew what would happen if he didn't get the money soon.
His shoes crunched on the gravel as he approached Black Wood Hill Asylum. The large, stone built building didn't do much to ease the feelings that raged within him. With a shake of his shoulders, he tugged his attention back to the matter at hand. The building didn't entirely look like an insane asylum, not to Jiro. With a bit of sprucing up it might've even been a good estate. He passed by a dead tree and neared the wooden front doors. The man had said that Jiro needed to find some paperwork for him. The question as to why the man hadn't gone through the trouble to fetch his own documents, had since passed through Jiro's mind, but if the doctor wanted to waste his money, who was he to complain. He gave the door a tap with the crowbar he held in his right hand. The wood replied with a thick, solid sound.
"Still seems sturdy," he muttered, hand reaching out to the door. His hand rested for a moment on the cold iron of the door handle. "In and out and 30k richer," he said as he pushed the door open.