Kaze gets up to answer the door when he hears Crystal. It's night and there is a breeze moving the leaves and branches of the trees in the planned, gated community.
Kaze's condo is a second floor walk up in a gated community called, 'Woodside' nearby the University of Sacramento.
"Hey, 'Chris'." Kaze says with a grin. "Come on in." He invites.
Inside the floor plan is spacious and airy with a private balcony and vaulted ceilings that make it feel open despite only being a 1 bedroom; 1 bathroom unit. The living room has two fairly nice oak chairs with a coffee table in between. In one corner is a large cage holding a number of pigeons, 8 to be precise if one takes the time to count them. The cage is about five feet square and about four feet high, with boxes mounted inside for roosting pairs. The cooing of the birds is omnipresent though not particularly loud. A 55 inch flat screen television has been mounted up on the wall above the cage with a glass media shelf under it with a sound bar of speakers and a cable box and what looks like a camera aimed down at the cage.
There are stacks of books on the floor and on the counter of the kitchen area; the books in the stacks are mostly non-fiction, ofvarious authors and topics.
The bedroom door is open, and the bedroom itself is visible with a high king sized platform bed with a desk underneath with a computer on it, and a swivel chair. Beside the bed, there is a padded mat on the floor and a wooden post with dowels projecting out that might be recognized as a Kung-Fu training equipment, or just look like something for cats or maybe the pigeons. There is a holder on the bedroom wall for various staves and a set of two sheathed swords, one with about a three foot blade and another with about a two foot blade, both of them slightly curved.
On the counter are two unopened bottles of whiskey of two different types, two each. The look like they have been there a while, like at this point they are more for decoration than libation.
"So, are you up for a drink?" Kaze asks with a gesture to the whiskey bottles. "I gotta use those up sometime, and I don't ever drink by myself." He says with a wistful smile.