My friends and I are hanging out in the maze of decrepit alleyways that make up Tokyo. Our bodies are engulfed by the mysterious shadows as we wait for our first victim. The noise of a pebble skidding across pavement catches my attention, and my piercing gaze lands upon you. Hey, look who it is. I grumble in my baritone voice. My gang glances over at you, and mischevious grins curl their lips upwards as they move towards you, their hands ready on their loaded guns.
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