"You can't escape from me, sweet girl!" yelled the man, chasing the disheveled short-haired woman through the crowd. No one was doing anything about this; everyone was minding their own business. The woman dragged the man pursuing her with a terrified expression.
"HEY, ISN'T ANYONE GOING TO HELP?" she shouted, but no one responded to her plea. "No one can take you away from me, sweet girl. No one will save you, hahaha," grinned the man, licking the knife in his hand. The woman turned into a narrow alleyway, "Ah, so you want to play it this way. You think I won't fit in there," the man said, realizing his stomach might hinder him. "You can't escape from me; I know these places very well, there's only one exit," he said, circling around the narrow alley and waiting in front of the only way out.
"Come to daddy," the woman called out as she approached him. Fear filled her face; she was cornered, "I love shortcuts, hehe," smirked the man, "you walked right into my trap from that long, maze-like place, my beauty," he continued. The woman looked around desperately, trying to figure out how to escape from the massive man approaching her slowly. She threw herself against the wall and started to climb.
"Ah, enough of this game," the man's patience ran out, and he started running while swinging a large bag of fat in front of him. The woman threw herself to the other side of the wall. She continued to run; the man, due to his height, had no difficulty climbing and continued to chase after her.
The woman took refuge in an abandoned house, "Bingo, gotcha, beauty," she murmured, licking her lips and slowly put her foot through the door, "where are you hiding, my darling? If I say apple, come out, if I say pear, don't," the man headed towards the large dusty cupboard near the entrance. When he opened the cupboard, all he found were scattered dust particles.
Unable to find the woman, the man said, "Ahem, ahem, pear, because I'll find you. It's more fun this way," he said. He carefully searched the living room, the bathroom, and everywhere else, "You must be upstairs," he muttered, heading towards the stairs, creaking with every step on the decaying boards.
"Hmm, if I were a beautiful girl, where would I hide?" he thought, heading towards the bedroom. He fixed his gaze on the wardrobe, and as he approached, he could hear clearer sounds of breathing. A wicked grin appeared on his face as he opened the wardrobe; the woman with wounds visible from her torn dress was in front of him.
He trapped her with his arms, the old boards of the cupboard shattered, his hands went into the cupboard along with the woman, "I told you, you couldn't escape, beauty," he said. The woman's terrified expression was increasing steadily; she could feel the man's breath more and more, knowing what he intended to do to her.
"Hey," the man faltered, trying to look back, but his hands, stuck due to the thickness of the cabinet, wouldn't allow it. "Anyway," he said, turning his head towards the woman. She was laughing; the man was left bewildered. Such a change in facial expression seemed impossible. He remembered her frightened face moments ago, and the possibility of such an emotional shift from the girl who had been running away from him in fear was unimaginable.
"Hahahaha, you humans interpret everything based on what you see. You thought you had caught me, didn't you? Because events were unfolding just as you had imagined them. There couldn't be a mistake because what you saw and what happened were the same. You didn't hesitate for a moment. This house was your opportunity to corner and hunt me down, wasn't it? HAHAHA, you're all so simple. Your job is to cater to the little tool between your legs."
Fear filled the man, but the girl was in front of him, cornered. He slowly began to bring his face closer to hers again. There was no trace of fear on the girl's face; her lips were smiling, and her eyes were burning with the fire of anger.
The man stopped again as the owner of the voice behind him placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stop while you still have a chance." The man saw this as an opportunity and entered the cupboard, clenched his fist, and shattered the cupboard, throwing it behind him. The man easily dodged this fist with a Matrix-like pose. Then, he seized the flung arm, pulled it towards himself, and the man's other trapped arm came out of the cupboard. "Now, fall to the ground."
"Ken-chan, you're still good at what you do," the woman said, looking at him passionately. Ken threw the man to the ground; the man was shocked by the boy's strength. Ken aimed his weapon at the man, increasing the man's fear.
"P- please, I'm sorry. I apologize deeply for this disgrace to your wife, I'm so sorry," the man pleaded, cowering before them. "Please forgive me, I swear I'm very sorry, I won't bother you again."
"You won't bother anyone," Ken said. "Yes, yes, I swear, I won't bother anyone."
"Okay, then you're forgiven," Ken put the weapon back. "Let's go, Makoto."
"Yes, Ken-chan," Makoto said, immediately leaning on Ken's arm. As the man crouched on the ground, a grin appeared on his face. This guy must really be stupid, he thought, considering he hadn't even touched his wife, and he got up behind them.
Ken approached Makoto's ear. "Makoto," he said. Makoto scowled at him and leaned towards Ken's ear. "Why am I doing this?" Ken raised his eyebrows at her, which affected Makoto. "Be-cause, Ken-chan," she quickly reached for the gun in her pocket, smiling on her face, and without looking back, fired a single shot at the man behind them. With the man's fall to the ground, he broke through the decayed boards, sticking to the lower floor. "Ah, these men are really disgusting, all they do is look for a hole to stick their dicks in, but my Ken-chan is perfect," she held onto his arm tightly. "Ah yes," Ken said, first checking the man lying on the ground. "Is he alive?"
"Don't worry, Ken-chan, we saved this realm from one more scumbag," Makoto released her hand from the man's pulse and clung back to Ken's arm. They left the house, and Ken felt the presence of someone behind him, suddenly existing. What was happening? "Kenshin Okumi."
"Ha," Ken's eyes widened, "the chosen one on the dark side."