One of them had a gun and poked it into his ribs while the one on his right spoke a few short words to the driver, who was apparently an ally. Then Hasan was told, Be quiet! Don't move! in Japanese he had no trouble understanding.

The taxi took them to Yokohama. In an area of warehouses and commercial buildings, the punk without the gun pulled out a black cloth hood from his pocket and pulled it over Hasan's head, then pushed his head down to his knees. That's when he wet himself.

A few minutes later, which seemed endless to the terrified Hasan, the taxi stopped. He was dragged roughly from the vehicle and marched forward, the gun still pressing into his side. He had a sense of space and then of going through a door as one of his captors propelled him forward. After several more steps, Hasan was thrust harshly downwards.