Who am I? What am I? Where am I?
Payne and the others finally slumped to the ground, looking at the new sickly and weak Botan, who needed a walking cane.
"Boss... I feel things are going to change from now on."
"Hmmmm..." Payne reached for his cigarette, not bothering to fix his messy hair to comb off the dust from his hair.
They all looked like they were the ones who fought the battle. Blame it on that strange hurricane wind at the start.
Everyone felt their experience surreal... Especially the matter with Botan.
To recap, after Botan stepped into the mysteriously light from above, they watched this plump body slowly turn thinner and thinner, looking like a sickly person.
He wanted strength, well then... The heavens would punish him with weakness.
Surprisingly enough, his original death year was 86. But now, because of his past with the underworld being they slew, his soul was unclean.