And hours later, Gin has offered to close up shop. Employees, drone or not head home, and soon the entire area is silent. The streets are deserted, and more importantly so is the store. All lights save the ones he needs are turned off- and to the city, it would seem as though it truly is lights out.

Conan is about to discover otherwise. Choloroform was an easy-make, and simple enough; it's the reason he uses it now. The door to the truck is opened, and in the dim moonlight Gin can be seen, coming steadily toward the weakened boy. "Awake?" he 'asks', smirking. If the boy is, he won't be for long.