lights flicker as the blood splats on the walls and floor. he looks around to the motionless bodies that haunt him the screams play on repeat in his mind driving insane. he walks down the streets of Japan with blood on his hands face and clothes. his eyes filled with nothingness yet no one bats an eye that was just the corrupt society he lived in this was more than a norm.

as he walks down the road he sees the police flash down to the scene that he had previously spent his time mindlessly killing but he had no remorse, he didn't care what the effect of his actions had caused the only thing that mattered in the time he lived in was money and revenge. as a hired killer money could get a lot of things. with money could buy you a luxury life yet this killer lived in the lowest of low houses. even though he had thousands of yen he stayed humble even for a heartless killer like Izumi the king of killers

he walks and walks down the road leading to a ramen shop, but wait. he sees a small piece of paper that reads the following. "sorry but due to the owners death a couple days ago we are closing down." he noticed the owner had not been in but the thought of his death had never crossed his mind. his pupils started to shake violently, so much that it looked like his whole eyes were black. it didn't cause him pain, but he was able to see everything as long as it wasn't behind him. after he got used to it he thought to himself. "what an amazing thing.. for my anger and suffering to bring me more power.