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  Kairi’s body slammed into the window with a force that sent shards of glass raining down like deadly confetti. She landed in the midst of the Iron Serpents’ hideout, her entrance a chaotic explosion of sound and fury. The startled grunts barely had time to react before her voice cut through the air, loud and venomous:

  “Guess who’s here to fuck up your night?”

  Her lips twisted into a savage grin as she surveyed the room, her eyes glinting with a wild hunger. The grunts scrambled for their weapons, their movements clumsy and panicked. Kairi relished their fear, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She licked her lips, tasting the blood from a small cut, and her grin widened into something feral.

  Without hesitation, Kairi lunged at the nearest thug, her knife flashing in the dim light. She drove the blade into his throat with a brutal efficiency, twisting it as she pulled back to ensure the job was done. Blood sprayed across her face, and she let out a low, guttural laugh, her breath ragged with excitement.

  A second grunt charged at her with a bat, swinging wildly. Kairi ducked under the swing, her body moving with a fluid grace. She pivoted on her heel, slicing upward with her knife and catching the grunt across the chest. The force of the strike sent him stumbling back, clutching at the gaping wound as his life drained away. Kairi's eyes widened in pleasure as she watched him fall, her pulse quickening at the sight of the blood pooling around him.

  Another grunt tried to blindside her, but Kairi was already in motion. She grabbed a broken piece of glass from the shattered window and drove it into his side, using her momentum to push the shard deep into his flesh. The man let out a strangled scream, his eyes wide with terror as Kairi leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

  “Is that all you’ve got? I was hoping for more of a challenge.”

  She shoved him to the ground, kicking him hard in the ribs as he tried to crawl away. The sound of bones cracking beneath her boot was music to her ears. She laughed again, louder this time, the sound echoing off the walls as the remaining grunts exchanged nervous glances. They could see the madness in her eyes, the way she licked the blood from her lips with a twisted satisfaction. It was clear to them now: she wasn’t just dangerous—she was fucking insane.

  One of the larger grunts, his face twisted in fury, rushed at her with a knife of his own. He was stronger than the others, his movements more deliberate. He managed to grab her arm, pinning it against her side as he tried to wrestle the knife from her grip. For a moment, it seemed like he might overpower her, but Kairi’s grin never faltered. Instead, it grew wider as she felt the pressure of his grip, the struggle making her heart race with exhilaration.

  “You think you can take me, huh? Let’s see who breaks first!”

  With a burst of strength, Kairi wrenched her arm free and slammed her forehead into the man’s nose, shattering it instantly. Blood spurted from his face as he staggered back, howling in pain. She didn’t give him a chance to recover—she followed up with a quick, brutal kick to his knee, sending him crashing to the ground. She straddled him, her knife poised above his right eye.

  “This is the part where you beg, but it won’t do you any good.”

  The man’s scream was cut short as she drove the knife into his eye, the blade sinking deep into his skull with a sickening crunch. Kairi twisted the knife, her body shivering with a dark thrill as she felt the life drain from his body beneath her. She pulled the blade free, flicking the blood off with a casual swipe as she stood up, her eyes already searching for her next target.

  The remaining grunts were visibly shaken, their faces pale as they watched her. Some of them hesitated, unsure if they should attack or flee. Kairi could see the fear in their eyes, the way they flinched every time she moved. It only fueled her excitement.

  “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little blood? You’re in the wrong fucking business if you think you can hide from me!”

  She let out a maniacal laugh, the sound filled with an almost childlike glee. The sight of her arousal, the way she seemed to feed off the violence, sent chills down the spines of the grunts. They could sense the danger, the pure, unhinged ferocity that made her a force of nature in battle.

  Kairi didn’t give them time to process. She dashed forward, her blade slicing through the air as she closed in on her next victim. The thrill of the fight consumed her, each kill pushing her deeper into a state of euphoric madness. She was a whirlwind of death, her every move precise and deadly, her laughter ringing out as she cut through the remaining grunts like a blade through flesh.

  As the last of the first group of grunts fell, Kairi stood amidst the carnage, her breath heavy, her body trembling with adrenaline. Blood dripped from her knife, pooling at her feet as she looked around at the bodies littering the floor. She licked the blood from her lips one final time, a satisfied smile curling across her face.

  “This is only the beginning,” she murmured to herself, already eyeing the next door where more of Thorne’s men awaited their fate. With a final, blood-chilling laugh, she dashed towards her next target, the thrill of the hunt driving her forward.

  Kairi pushed through the blood-slicked hallway, her senses sharpened by the thrill of the carnage behind her. The second wave of Iron Serpents awaited her, huddled in a dimly lit room just ahead. The air was thick with tension, the grunts whispering among themselves, their nerves frayed by the screams and the sounds of battle that had echoed through the building moments before.

  As Kairi approached the door, she could hear them arguing—some wanted to flee, others wanted to stand and fight. Her hand tightened around the hilt of her knife, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She kicked the door open with a powerful thrust, her presence alone silencing the room. The grunts froze, their eyes wide with terror as they took in the blood-soaked figure standing in the doorway.

  “Didn’t your mothers teach you not to play with knives?” Kairi taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson the hard way.”

  Without warning, she hurled a small throwing knife across the room, striking one of the grunts square in the chest. The man crumpled to the ground with a choked gasp, clutching at the knife protruding from his sternum. The others barely had time to react before Kairi was upon them, her blade flashing in the low light.

  One grunt—a wiry man with a scar across his cheek—lunged at her with a katana, his movements quick and precise. Kairi dodged the first strike, her body moving like liquid, then countered with a slash across his wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon. She followed up with a swift kick to his stomach, sending him sprawling to the floor. Without hesitation, she drove her knife into his throat, silencing his screams with a savage twist.

  Another grunt, a stocky man with tattoos snaking up his arms, came at her with a metal pipe. He swung it with all his strength, aiming for her head. Kairi ducked, the pipe whistling past her ear, and delivered a brutal elbow strike to his jaw, shattering it with a sickening crack. As he reeled back, she seized the pipe from his hands and swung it with lethal force, caving in the side of his skull. The man collapsed, blood pooling beneath him as Kairi tossed the pipe aside, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

  Two more grunts rushed her simultaneously, their faces twisted in desperation. Kairi sidestepped the first, slashing his Achilles tendon and sending him crashing to the floor in agony. She spun around to face the second grunt, her eyes alight with a feral hunger. He was faster, more agile, but Kairi’s reflexes were sharper. She dodged his flurry of punches, her movements graceful and fluid, before catching his wrist and twisting it until she heard the satisfying pop of his dislocated joint. The grunt screamed in pain, but Kairi silenced him with a quick thrust of her knife into his gut, twisting the blade as she pulled it free.

  The last grunt was on the ground, dragging himself away from her, his leg useless from the severed tendon. Kairi loomed over him, her shadow cast long in the dim light. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear, as she crouched down beside him, her blade hovering over his chest.

  “Don’t worry,” she whispered, her voice laced with dark amusement. “It’s over quickly if you don’t scream.”

  She drove the knife into his heart, watching with grim satisfaction as the light faded from his eyes. Rising to her feet, Kairi wiped the blood from her blade, her gaze shifting to the far end of the room where the door to the next hallway stood ajar. She could hear movement beyond it—more grunts, perhaps, or something more dangerous.

  As she stepped into the next corridor, Kairi was met by three figures who stood apart from the usual rabble. These were no ordinary grunts; they were the higher-ups, each one a seasoned killer with a reputation. They were different from the others, each exuding a quiet menace that hinted at the violence they were capable of.

  The first, a tall man with a cold, calculating gaze, was known as "Yami no Tengu" (Dark Tengu). He wielded a pair of short swords with deadly precision, his movements swift and deliberate. The second, a burly woman with arms like steel, was called "Kurogane" (Black Steel). She carried a massive warhammer, the metal head stained with the blood of countless victims. The last, a lithe and agile man with a sly grin, was "Hebi no Mai" (Dance of the Serpent), known for his mastery of poisoned blades.

  Kairi’s eyes lit up with a dangerous excitement as she faced them, her blood singing in her veins. These were the opponents she had been waiting for, the challenge she craved.

  “So, you’re the big shots, huh?” Kairi said, her voice edged with anticipation. “Let’s see if you’re as tough as you look.”

  Yami no Tengu struck first, his swords slicing through the air with lethal precision. Kairi met him head-on, her knife flashing as she parried his strikes, her movements a blur of speed and skill. The clash of metal against metal filled the corridor, the sound ringing out like a deadly symphony. Kairi’s grin widened as she felt the rush of the fight, her body moving on instinct as she danced with the Tengu, each strike bringing her closer to the kill.

  But Kurogane was not one to wait. With a roar, she swung her warhammer in a wide arc, aiming to crush Kairi where she stood. Kairi barely dodged the blow, the hammer smashing into the wall with a force that sent cracks spiderwebbing through the concrete. The shockwave of the impact sent Kairi stumbling, and Yami no Tengu seized the opportunity to press his attack.

  For a moment, it seemed as though Kairi was on the defensive, her movements frantic as she dodged and parried the relentless assault. But there was a gleam in her eye, a twisted smile on her lips as she licked the blood from a cut on her cheek. The taste of it fueled her, driving her forward with a renewed ferocity.

  “Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, her voice a low, mocking purr. “I was expecting more from Thorne’s lapdogs!”

  Hebi no Mai made his move, darting in from the side with a poisoned dagger aimed at her ribs. Kairi twisted at the last second, the blade grazing her side but not enough to stop her. She caught his wrist, her grip like iron, and wrenched it upwards, driving her knee into his gut with a sickening thud. As he doubled over, gasping for breath, Kairi slammed his own poisoned blade into his throat, watching with cold satisfaction as his eyes widened in shock before the poison took hold.

  Kurogane came at her again, the warhammer a blur of deadly force. Kairi ducked under the swing, the massive weapon smashing into the floor where she had stood a moment before. In a fluid motion, she rolled to the side and sprang to her feet, her knife ready. Kurogane charged at her, bellowing in rage, but Kairi was too quick. She sidestepped the attack and slashed across Kurogane’s hamstring, sending the burly woman crashing to her knees with a howl of pain.

  With a final, brutal strike, Kairi plunged her knife into the back of Kurogane’s neck, severing her spine. The warhammer slipped from Kurogane’s grasp as her body slumped forward, lifeless.

  Yami no Tengu, seeing his comrades fall, hesitated for a split second—just long enough for Kairi to exploit. She dashed forward, her knife flashing in the dim light as she closed the distance between them. The Tengu raised his swords in a desperate attempt to block, but Kairi was already inside his guard. She drove her blade deep into his side, the point piercing his lung. He gasped, blood bubbling from his lips, as Kairi twisted the knife for good measure.

  With a final shove, she sent Yami no Tengu crashing to the ground, his body convulsing as the life drained from him. Kairi stood over the fallen higher-ups, her breath coming in short, exhilarated bursts. The thrill of the fight coursed through her, leaving her feeling alive in a way that nothing else could. She let out a laugh—dark, triumphant, and utterly unhinged.

  But as the last of the grunts fell, one of them—a wiry man with wide, terrified eyes—broke free from the chaos and bolted down the hallway. He ran with all the speed he could muster, his breath ragged as he raced to the hidden door at the back of the building. Beyond it lay the private quarters of Brick Thorne, the Iron Serpents' feared leader.

  The man burst through the door, his heart pounding in his chest, as he stumbled into Thorne’s office. Brick Thorne was seated behind a massive oak desk, his hulking figure cast in shadow by the dim light of the room. His cold eyes flicked up from the documents spread out before him, locking onto the intruder with a gaze that could freeze blood.

  “What the hell are you doing in here?” Thorne’s voice was a low growl, filled with dangerous menace.

  “Boss, it’s her! She’s here! She’s killing everyone—” The man’s voice was frantic, his words tumbling over each other in his panic.

  Brick Thorne slowly stood, his massive frame towering over the cowering grunt. The room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with the weight of impending violence.

  “Why aren’t you down there, dealing with her?” Thorne’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a barely restrained fury that made the man’s blood run cold.

  The grunt stammered, his fear palpable. “I-I thought— I mean, she’s—”

  Before he could finish, Brick Thorne’s hand shot out, grabbing the man by the throat. With a strength that defied belief, Thorne lifted him off the ground, his grip tightening as the man’s eyes bulged in terror.

  “Useless. Pathetic,” Thorne snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. “You come running to me instead of doing your damn job?”

  The man’s hands scrabbled at Thorne’s iron grip, his legs kicking uselessly as he tried to gasp for air. Thorne watched him struggle, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy.

  “If you can’t handle a single girl, then you’re not worth the dirt beneath my boots.”

  With a savage twist of his wrist, Thorne snapped the man’s neck with a sickening crack. The body went limp in his grasp, and Thorne casually tossed it aside like a piece of trash. He wiped his hands on a nearby cloth, his expression unchanged, as if killing one of his own men was nothing more than an inconvenience.

  Brick Thorne’s gaze turned to the door, where the distant sounds of battle still echoed. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he reached for the massive iron-studded bat leaning against his desk.

  “So, the Pacifist has come to play,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see if she’s as good as they say.”

  With deliberate, measured steps, Brick Thorne headed toward the battle, a dark anticipation burning in his eyes. He was going to enjoy this.

  The Final Showdown

  As Kairi eyed the final grunt, she immediately began to sprint at them, but she randomly stopped for a bit, grabbing a crowbar lying out in the open.

  Tae: (serious; speaking Korean) "??? ??, ???? ??? ???? ?? ?? ?? ?? ? ???, ??.. ???? ??!!" (Translation: “You Stupid Bitch, You realize you fucked up after killing my crewmates of the Damned Iron Serpents, Bastard.. I’LL KILL YOU!!”)

  Tae lunged at Kairi, his fists flying with the precision and speed of a seasoned street brawler. His style was raw and unrefined, yet there was a lethal effectiveness to his movements. Each punch was meant to incapacitate, to break bones and crush spirits. Kairi ducked under his wild swings, feeling the wind of his blows whip past her.

  Kairi's eyes glinted with both excitement and danger. She could see that Tae wasn't just some mindless thug—he had real power behind those fists. For a moment, she felt a flicker of concern, but it was quickly replaced by a wicked grin. "You're not bad, but let’s see if you can keep up," she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

  Tae’s response was a sharp kick aimed at her ribs. Kairi twisted her body, narrowly avoiding the blow, but Tae followed up with a backhand that caught her off guard, sending her stumbling back a few steps. Tae smirked, thinking he had the upper hand, but Kairi’s grin only widened.

  Brick Thorne, who had been watching the exchange, finally made his presence known. His massive frame loomed over the battlefield, a mountain of muscle and malice. "Tae, stop messing around and grab ahold of this bastard now!" he roared, his voice thunderous and commanding. His darkening expression reflected the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior as he took in the sight of his fallen men, their blood staining the ground.

  Tae reacted quickly, rushing forward to seize Kairi, but she was ready. She spun on her heel, delivering a high kick that connected with Tae’s jaw. The impact was solid, but Tae merely staggered back, his jaw set in a determined grimace. "Nice try, bitch," he spat, wiping the blood from his lip. "But I’m not going down that easy."

  Kairi’s eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. Tae was strong, sure, but she could see that he lacked the finesse to match his brute force. Her mind raced as she calculated her next move. Then, with a quick feint to the left, she darted in close, delivering a rapid series of jabs to Tae’s midsection. Each blow was precise, targeting his weak points and making him grunt in pain.

  Tae retaliated with a savage uppercut, aiming to knock her head clean off, but Kairi was already on the move. She ducked under his punch, using the momentum to sweep his legs out from under him. Tae crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, but he rolled back onto his feet almost instantly, his eyes blazing with fury.

  Brick Thorne watched the exchange, his massive arms crossed over his chest. "Tae, you're getting your ass handed to you," he said with a chuckle, though there was no humor in his voice. He took a step forward, and the ground seemed to tremble under his weight. "Let me show you how it’s done."

  Brick’s fighting style was a stark contrast to Tae’s. While Tae was all about speed and aggression, Brick was methodical and deliberate. Every move he made was calculated, designed to inflict maximum damage with minimum effort. He swung a meaty fist at Kairi, who barely had time to dodge. The force of his punch was so powerful that it shattered a concrete pillar behind her, sending debris flying.

  Kairi’s heart raced as she realized the true danger she was in. Brick was a juggernaut, a force of nature that couldn’t be stopped by sheer speed alone. She needed to be smarter, faster, and more ruthless if she wanted to survive.

  "Come on, sweetheart," Brick taunted, his voice deep and menacing. "I thought you were supposed to be some kind of badass. Show me what you got!"

  Kairi didn’t need any more encouragement. She launched herself at Brick, using her agility to her advantage. She darted around him, striking at his weak points with quick, precise hits. But Brick barely seemed to notice the pain. He swung at her again, this time with a backhand that sent her sprawling across the ground.

  Kairi groaned as she pushed herself up, her body aching from the impact. But she couldn’t afford to show weakness now. She wiped the blood from her mouth and smirked up at Brick. "That all you got, fatass?" she taunted, even as she felt the sting of pain radiating through her body.

  Brick’s expression darkened even further. "You’re really starting to piss me off," he growled, advancing on her with murderous intent. He reached out to grab her, but Kairi was already on the move. She leaped into the air, flipping over his head and landing behind him. Before he could react, she delivered a powerful kick to the back of his knee, causing him to buckle.

  "Gotcha," Kairi whispered as she followed up with a brutal elbow to the back of Brick’s head. But even as he staggered forward, Brick twisted around and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground with ease.

  "You think you can take me down?" Brick snarled, his grip tightening. "You’re just a fucking insect!"

  Kairi struggled in his grasp, but her eyes remained defiant. "Maybe... but this insect bites," she hissed, her hand darting out to jam her fingers into Brick’s eye. Brick howled in pain, dropping her to the ground as he clutched at his face.

  Tae, seeing his chance, lunged at Kairi again, but she was ready this time. She rolled out of the way, grabbing a discarded pipe from the ground and swinging it at Tae with all her might. The pipe connected with his head, producing a sickening crack as Tae collapsed to the ground, dazed but not out.

  Kairi panted heavily as she backed away, keeping her eyes on both men. Brick was still reeling from the eye gouge, and Tae was struggling to get back on his feet. She knew she couldn’t keep this up forever, but she wasn’t going down without a fight.

  "Come on, boys," she said with a wicked grin. "Let’s finish this."

  The battle was far from over, but one thing was certain—Kairi Saigeru wasn’t going to let these bastards walk away unscathed.

  Kairi stared down Brick and Tae, as she began to use her wits, tossing something at Tae’s head but thankfully he was able to dodge it just in time.

  Brick’s voice rumbled through the room like a distant thunderstorm. “Let’s finish this,” he said, his tone low and deadly serious. His massive fists clenched, veins pulsing with barely restrained fury.

  Tae, breathing heavily, looked up at his boss with wide eyes. “BOOOSSS, let me handle her… If I fail, then I die as a result, right? But you were always there for us, so I won’t harm that trust.” His voice trembled with a mixture of determination and desperation, his body bruised and battered from the fight.

  Brick, usually a pillar of brutality, felt a rare emotion stir within him at Tae’s words. His hardened expression softened ever so slightly as he blinked back the moisture forming in his eyes. But he quickly cleared his throat, fighting back the sentiment. “Fine,” he grunted, stepping back to let Tae have his shot, “but don’t fuck this up.”

  Kairi, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground, rolled her eyes at the exchange. “Hello, are you guys ready to die yet?” she snapped, her voice laced with both irritation and dark excitement.

  Tae’s face hardened into a mask of pure resolve. Without hesitation, he reached for his pistol, the last weapon in his arsenal. With a swift motion, he sprang into the air, firing the six remaining bullets in the magazine directly at Kairi. His movements were fast—faster than Kairi had anticipated.

  But Kairi was faster. She dashed to the side in a blur, each bullet whizzing past her, grazing the edges of her clothing but never finding its mark. The sound of the shots echoed through the room, loud and sharp, a chorus of impending death.

  Kairi landed gracefully on the ground, crouched low with a feral grin spreading across her face. “Nice try, Tae,” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery, “but it’s going to take more than a few bullets to take me down.”

  Tae, undeterred, tossed the empty pistol aside and charged at Kairi with everything he had. His fists were a blur of motion, a barrage of strikes aimed at her head and torso. But Kairi danced around him, dodging and weaving like a shadow, her movements fluid and impossibly quick.

  Tae roared in frustration, his breath ragged as he swung wildly, his powerful blows smashing into the concrete floor whenever he missed. Each impact left deep cracks in the ground, a testament to the sheer force behind his strikes.

  But Kairi was relentless. She struck back with brutal efficiency, her fists and feet connecting with Tae’s body like a series of lightning strikes. Every punch and kick was aimed to cripple, to break bones and shatter wills. Tae grunted in pain as her attacks found their mark, his body beginning to buckle under the onslaught.

  Despite the pain, Tae refused to back down. He was fighting not just for his life but for the respect and trust of his boss. “I won’t lose to you!” he bellowed, his voice hoarse as he launched one last desperate attack.

  Kairi met him head-on, their fists colliding in mid-air with a thunderous crack. For a brief moment, it seemed as though they were evenly matched, their strength and determination pushing them to their limits.

  But Kairi was a force of nature, and Tae was no match for her. With a swift, brutal move, she slammed her knee into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. Tae gasped, his body doubling over in pain, and Kairi seized the opportunity. She brought her elbow down on the back of his head with bone-shattering force, sending him crashing to the ground.

  Tae lay there, dazed and bleeding, his vision swimming as he struggled to stay conscious. Kairi stood over him, her chest heaving from the exertion, but her expression was one of cold satisfaction.

  Brick watched the scene unfold, his face a mask of stone. Despite Tae’s loyalty and strength, it was clear that Kairi was in a league of her own. And now, with Tae lying broken at her feet, Brick knew that the time had come for him to step in.

  “Enough playing around,” Brick growled, his voice like the rumble of an earthquake. He stepped forward, his massive fists clenched and ready for battle. “Let’s see if you can handle me, little girl.”

  Kairi’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Bring it on, you fat fuck,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. The fight was far from over, and Kairi was ready to finish it, no matter what it took.

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  Brick’s fighting style was brutal and direct. He swung his fists with the force of a wrecking ball, each punch capable of breaking bones and pulverizing flesh. Kairi dodged the first few strikes, her movements a blur as she narrowly avoided being crushed by Brick’s immense power.

  But Brick was relentless. He advanced on her like a juggernaut, his fists smashing into the ground and walls with earth-shattering force. Kairi knew she couldn’t afford to get caught by one of those blows—one hit from Brick could end the fight in an instant.

  She ducked under another one of his punches, sliding between his legs and delivering a vicious kick to the back of his knee. Brick grunted in pain, but he barely stumbled. He turned around, swinging at Kairi again with a snarl, but she was already on the move, flipping over his head and landing behind him.

  Kairi’s strikes were like a flurry of daggers, each one aimed at Brick’s vital points. But his thick skin and layers of muscle absorbed most of the impact, and he retaliated with a ferocious backhand that sent Kairi skidding across the ground.

  For a moment, it seemed as though Brick had the upper hand. But Kairi was not one to give up easily. She pushed herself up, her eyes blazing with determination as she prepared for the final round.

  “Let’s end this,” Kairi whispered to herself, her hands balling into fists as she faced off against the towering behemoth before her.

  Brick charged at her, his massive frame barreling toward her like a freight train. But Kairi was ready. At the last second, she sidestepped his charge, delivering a devastating punch to his ribs that made him bellow in pain.

  Before he could recover, Kairi unleashed a flurry of blows, her fists and feet moving faster than the eye could see. Each strike was precise and deadly, aimed at the weak points she had identified earlier. Brick staggered under the onslaught, his body bruised and bleeding from Kairi’s relentless assault.

  Finally, with a primal scream, Kairi delivered the finishing blow—a roundhouse kick that connected with Brick’s jaw, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.

  The room was silent except for the sound of Kairi’s heavy breathing. She stood over Brick’s fallen form, her body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. But despite the toll the fight had taken on her, there was a sense of satisfaction in her eyes.

  Kairi knew she had won. Brick Thorne, the leader of the Iron Serpents, lay defeated at her feet. But she also knew that this was only the beginning. There would be more fights, more battles to be won. And Kairi Saigeru was ready for them all.

  With one last glance at the fallen bodies of her enemies, Kairi turned and walked away, her mind already planning her next move. The night was far from over, and she had a long way to go before she was done.

  But for now, she had a mission—one that she intended to see through to the bitter end.

  The air was thick with the aftermath of the brutal fight. Dust hung in the air, mingling with the scent of blood and sweat. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Brick Thorne's ragged breathing as he slowly pushed himself up from the ground. His massive frame shuddered with the effort, but he refused to stay down.

  Beside him, Tae groaned in pain as he tried to rise. His body was battered, bruised, and on the verge of breaking, but his spirit remained unyielding. He muttered something under his breath, his voice hoarse and weak, speaking in his native Korean.

  "?? ? ??... ?? ??? ??..." ("I can't die... This isn't over...")

  Brick, bloodied and furious, cast a glance at Tae, silently willing him to stay down. But Tae was beyond reason. His eyes were wild with desperation, his mind fixated on one final, desperate act.

  Switching back to English, Tae's voice was strained, but filled with a resolve that bordered on madness. "Boss... I'll finish her. I won’t fail you this time."

  Before Brick could stop him, Tae dashed forward, a burst of reckless energy propelling him toward Kairi. His feet pounded the ground as he closed the distance between them, his vision blurred with rage and adrenaline.

  Kairi, her eyes cold and calculating, barely had time to register the attack before Tae was upon her. But it didn’t matter. With a speed that was almost inhuman, Kairi sidestepped Tae’s wild lunge, her hand lashing out like a viper.

  In one swift, brutal motion, Kairi grabbed Tae’s face with her hand, her fingers digging into his skin with an iron grip. Tae’s eyes widened in shock and horror as he realized what was about to happen, but it was already too late.

  With a sickening crunch, Kairi squeezed, her strength crushing Tae’s skull with terrifying ease. The sound of bones shattering echoed through the room, followed by the grotesque pop of Tae’s eyes bulging from their sockets. Blood sprayed from the crushed remnants of his head, painting Kairi’s hand and the floor beneath them.

  Tae’s body convulsed violently, his limbs twitching as life drained from him. Then, with a final, pitiful gurgle, his body collapsed to the ground, lifeless and broken.

  Brick Thorne stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Tae’s body fall. His shock quickly gave way to a tidal wave of fury, his face contorting into a mask of unbridled rage. This was not how it was supposed to end—this was not how his loyal subordinate was meant to die.

  “Kairi!” Brick’s voice boomed through the room, shaking the very walls with its intensity. His eyes burned with hatred, the veins in his neck and temples bulging as he prepared for one final, all-out attack.

  “This is it! You’ll pay for what you’ve done!” he roared, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Every fiber of his being screamed for vengeance, and he was ready to unleash it all on Kairi.

  The room seemed to tremble as Brick charged, his massive frame barreling toward Kairi with the force of a freight train. There was no more holding back, no more hesitation. This was the endgame, and Brick Thorne was prepared to throw everything he had into his final, devastating assault.

  Kairi, unfazed by the carnage she had just caused, wiped Tae’s blood from her hand with a calm, almost detached expression. As she turned to face the oncoming storm that was Brick, a twisted smile curled on her lips.

  “Come on, Brick,” she whispered to herself, her body tensing in anticipation. “Let’s finish this.”

  Brick’s breath was heavy, his mind a storm of rage and grief. His eyes, once fierce and unyielding, were now haunted by the image of Tae’s brutal demise. The trembling in his pupils betrayed the anguish he tried so hard to suppress. But when he looked at Kairi, his expression twisted into something darker—something more sinister.

  Kairi, unfazed by the devastation she had just wrought, let out a low, menacing laugh. Her eyes, now twisted into heart shapes, gleamed with sadistic pleasure. She licked her lips, savoring the fear and despair that radiated from Brick. Slowly, she began to walk toward him, each step deliberate and filled with malice.

  “Oh, Brick... You’re not going to cry now, are you?” Kairi taunted, her voice dripping with venom. “I thought you were stronger than that. But it looks like your precious little Tae... wasn’t strong enough.”

  Brick’s jaw clenched tightly as Kairi’s words dug deep, twisting the knife in his gut. He thought for a moment, his mind racing, before his gaze landed on a katana lying next to the lifeless body of one of his fallen men. The glint of the blade caught his eye, and without a second thought, he reached down and gripped it tightly.

  As he slowly rose to his feet, the weight of the katana in his hand felt like the last shred of hope he had left. His muscles tensed, his grip on the hilt so tight that his knuckles turned white. The room seemed to close in around them as Brick locked eyes with Kairi, his expression darkening with a deadly resolve.

  “This ends now, Kairi,” Brick growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve taken everything from me. But you won’t take my life.”

  Kairi’s grin widened, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Oh, Brick... You’re finally showing some backbone! This is going to be fun.”

  With a sudden burst of speed, Kairi dashed toward Brick, her movements a blur. She closed the distance between them in an instant, her fingers itching to spill more blood. Brick barely had time to react, but he managed to swing the katana just in time, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision.

  Kairi, however, was faster. She twisted her body with inhuman agility, narrowly dodging the katana’s edge. As she spun around, she delivered a powerful kick to Brick’s side, the impact sending him stumbling backward. But Brick wasn’t going down that easily.

  With a roar of fury, Brick charged forward, swinging the katana in a wide arc. Kairi danced around his strikes with ease, her movements fluid and almost playful. She laughed as Brick’s frustration grew, her taunts pushing him further into a blind rage.

  “Is that all you’ve got, Brick?” Kairi sneered, dodging another strike. “You’re moving like a drunken ox! No wonder your men fell so easily.”

  Brick didn’t respond. Instead, he focused all his energy on landing a blow, any blow, on the woman who had destroyed everything he cared about. He swung the katana again, this time with more precision, more force. Kairi dodged, but barely—Brick was starting to anticipate her movements.

  Seeing an opening, Brick thrust the katana forward with all his might, aiming for Kairi’s heart. But Kairi, with her lightning reflexes, caught the blade with her bare hand, the sharp edge cutting into her palm. Blood trickled down the blade, but Kairi’s grin never faltered.

  “Nice try,” Kairi whispered, her voice cold as ice.

  With a sickening crack, Kairi yanked the katana from Brick’s grasp, twisting it out of his hand and snapping it in two with her bare hands. The broken pieces clattered to the ground, leaving Brick unarmed and vulnerable.

  Kairi’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she stepped closer to Brick, her fingers curling into fists. “It’s over, Brick,” she hissed. “You never stood a chance.”

  But Brick wasn’t done yet. With a roar of defiance, he threw a punch at Kairi, his massive fist aimed straight for her face. Kairi dodged easily, but Brick wasn’t done. He followed up with a flurry of punches, each one more desperate than the last.

  Kairi evaded each strike with ease, her movements a blur of speed and grace. But Brick didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. This was his last stand, and he was going to make it count.

  In a final, desperate move, Brick lunged at Kairi, tackling her to the ground. For a moment, it seemed like he might have the upper hand. But Kairi, with a strength that belied her size, twisted her body and flipped Brick onto his back, pinning him to the ground.

  She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “You should have stayed down, Brick,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. “Now, I’m going to make you suffer.”

  Brick struggled beneath her, but it was no use. Kairi’s grip was like iron, unyielding and unbreakable. With a sadistic smile, she raised her fist, ready to deliver the final blow.

  And then, with a sickening crunch, Kairi’s fist came down, shattering Brick’s nose and sending blood splattering across the floor. Brick’s vision blurred, his strength fading as pain consumed him. But even as darkness closed in, he refused to give Kairi the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

  As Brick’s consciousness slipped away, Kairi stood over him, her eyes cold and devoid of any mercy. She had won, and there was no one left to stop her.

  The room fell silent, Brick Thorne's lifeless body slumping to the ground with a dull thud. Blood pooled around him, the final remnant of his once-feared presence. Kairi stood above the corpse, her breathing steady, almost calm, as if the battle had merely been a warm-up. She flicked her bloodied hand, shaking off the crimson that clung to her fingers.

  Suddenly, a phone rang in the distance. The shrill sound echoed through the room, cutting through the silence like a knife. Kairi's eyes narrowed, her head tilting slightly. She scanned the room before her gaze landed on the source—a phone resting on a nearby table. With a slow, deliberate movement, she walked over and picked up the receiver, bringing it to her ear without a word.

  There was a brief pause on the other end before a voice, dripping with arrogance and venom, spoke.

  "Who the hell are you, and why did you kill my crew?" Kayd Arakawa's tone was laced with both contempt and a snobbish indifference, as if he was speaking to someone far beneath him.

  Kairi smirked, her voice low and cold. "Your crew? Those pathetic worms? They barely put up a fight."

  "You think you’re untouchable?" Kayd snapped, his voice rising with anger, though his composure remained mostly intact. "I don't know who you are, but you just made the biggest mistake of your life. I'll send more people—stronger, deadlier—to hunt you down. You won't survive the night."

  Kairi chuckled darkly, the sound unsettling in its confidence. "You can send whoever you want. They’ll end up just like the rest of your lackeys—dead."

  Kayd’s tone hardened, dripping with icy resolve. "I’ll enjoy watching you fall. Mark my words, you’re a dead woman walking."

  Without another word, Kairi slammed the receiver down, the smirk never leaving her face. She turned, her gaze locking onto the blood-stained floor where Brick Thorne’s body lay. The game was far from over, and she was ready for whatever came next.

  Kairi’s pulse raced as she heard the sirens getting closer, the flashing lights of the Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau casting a foreboding glow through the shattered windows. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to vanish into the night like a ghost. But something dark and twisted inside her craved more. The thrill of battle, the satisfaction of bloodshed—it wasn't enough. She needed to see who was coming for her, needed to toy with them, to feel the fear emanate from their very cores.

  She slipped into the shadows, her breathing controlled, every muscle taut and ready. The police cars screeched to a halt outside the hideout, and she could hear the doors slamming, the hurried footsteps of the officers as they prepared to breach the building.

  “They really think they can handle this,” Kairi muttered to herself, her voice low and dripping with contempt. “Let’s see how brave they are when they’re staring death in the face.”

  From her hiding spot, Kairi watched as a group of officers moved cautiously through the entrance, their flashlights slicing through the darkness. Their voices were low, filled with a mix of tension and determination. Among them was a young, rookie officer—his face betraying the slightest hint of fear, his hands gripping his weapon just a little too tightly.

  Kairi’s eyes locked onto him, her bloodlust simmering beneath the surface. She could feel it clawing at her sanity, the need to unleash herself upon them, to feed the dark beast within. But she held back, savoring the anticipation, letting it build until she could barely contain it.

  The officers split up, moving through the building in pairs, sweeping each room methodically. The rookie was left alone, separated from his partner as he cautiously moved into the back of the hideout.

  “Perfect,” Kairi whispered, her lips curling into a sadistic grin.

  She moved silently, a shadow in the darkness, stalking the rookie with predatory precision. The officer had no idea she was there until it was too late.

  In an instant, Kairi was on him. Her hand clamped over his mouth, stifling his scream as she dragged him back into the shadows. He struggled, but Kairi’s strength was overwhelming, her grip like iron. With a quick, brutal motion, she slammed him against the wall, his head hitting the concrete with a sickening thud.

  “Shhh,” she hissed into his ear, her voice dripping with malice. “You’ll only make this worse for yourself.”

  The rookie’s eyes were wide with terror as he stared up at her, blood trickling from the gash on his forehead. Kairi could feel his fear, smell it, and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

  “I should kill you right here,” she whispered, her tone mocking as she dragged him deeper into the shadows, away from the other officers. “But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? Too quick. No, I want you to suffer first.”

  She threw him to the ground, standing over him like a cat toying with its prey. The rookie tried to crawl away, but Kairi’s boot pressed down on his back, pinning him in place.

  “Do you know who I am?” she asked, her voice cold and venomous. “Do you have any idea what you’re dealing with?”

  The rookie shook his head, whimpering in fear.

  Kairi leaned down, her face inches from his, her breath hot against his skin. “I am the nightmare that haunts the underworld. I am death itself, and you… you’re just a lamb to the slaughter.”

  She lifted him by the collar, his feet dangling off the ground, and slammed him into the wall again. His head lolled to the side, his consciousness fading as blood poured from his wounds.

  “Pathetic,” Kairi spat, releasing him so he crumpled to the floor, barely conscious. She knelt beside him, her fingers caressing his throat, feeling the pulse of his blood beneath the skin. “But I suppose you’ll do… for now.”

  Kairi’s grip tightened, her nails digging into his flesh as she contemplated squeezing the life out of him. The urge was overwhelming, her bloodlust screaming for release. But then she heard the footsteps of the other officers getting closer, the voices growing louder as they called for their missing comrade.

  “Looks like our time is up,” she whispered with a wicked smile, releasing her grip just enough to let him breathe. “Consider yourself lucky, rookie. You get to live… for now.”

  She stood, leaving the barely conscious officer on the floor as she slipped back into the shadows, disappearing just as the other officers entered the room.

  “Over here!” one of them shouted, rushing to the rookie’s side. “We’ve got a man down!”

  Kairi watched from the darkness, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the officers frantically called for medical assistance. She had made her point, sent her message. The Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau now knew what they were dealing with—a force far beyond their control.

  As she slinked away into the night, her mind was already turning to Kayd Arakawa, her thoughts dark and full of malice. The rookie had only a taste. Soon, the real fun would begin.

  The Aftermath

  The cold wind blew through the now-ruined Iron Serpents’ hideout, carrying with it the scent of death. Blood was splattered across the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling, painting a grotesque portrait of carnage. The Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau’s lead detectives — Mikaela and Ryuji — stood at the entrance, surveying the scene with hardened eyes. This was no ordinary gang massacre. It was a slaughter.

  “Goddamn,” Ryuji muttered under his breath, stepping carefully over the dismembered remains of one of the Serpents. “It’s like she was toying with them.”

  Yuriko, their police chief, kept her expression steely, though her jaw was clenched tight. She had seen many things in her time, but this… this was different. Every corpse was mutilated in a unique, horrific way. Each one seemed to tell a story of its own, a message left by the perpetrator.

  “She didn’t just kill them,” Mikaela said softly, kneeling beside one of the bodies. His throat was torn open, likely by Kairi’s bare hands. His face, frozen in a mask of terror, still bled from where his eyes had been gouged out. “She made sure they suffered.”

  Yuriko nodded, her sharp gaze taking in every detail. “This isn’t just about eliminating her enemies. She enjoyed this.”

  They moved further into the hideout, careful not to step on the scattered remains. Each victim had been killed in a way more gruesome than the last. One Serpent had been impaled on a steel pipe, his intestines spilling onto the floor like serpents themselves. Another had been strung up by his own entrails, his body swaying gently as if mocking the living.

  “How could one person do all this?” Ryuji asked, his voice tight with disbelief. “She’s not human… she’s a monster.”

  Mikaela rose from the body she had been examining, her face pale. “This was all done by hand. No weapons. She… tore them apart.”

  Yuriko stopped in front of what was once the Iron Serpents’ leader, Brick Thorne. His massive body lay on the floor, nearly unrecognizable. His skull had been caved in with such force that his brain matter was smeared across the floor. His arms were twisted at unnatural angles, his bones shattered to the point that his limbs were more like broken sticks than human appendages.

  “She took down the strongest of them,” Yuriko said, her voice grim. “And she didn’t stop there. This… this is something else. She’s not just a killer. She’s sending a message.”

  Ryuji knelt beside Brick’s corpse, his fingers brushing over the bloody remains of the man’s katana, the blade snapped in two. “He fought back,” Ryuji said quietly. “But she overpowered him.”

  Yuriko’s eyes darkened. “No one fights Kairi Saigeru and lives.”

  Mikaela’s voice trembled as she spoke. “The Pacifist, huh? What kind of monster takes a name like that while doing… this?”

  A heavy silence settled over them. Outside, the sirens of the remaining police cars echoed in the distance, but inside the hideout, the only sound was the drip of blood hitting the floor.

  Yuriko glanced toward the back room, where one of their rookie officers had been found barely clinging to life. “He’s lucky she didn’t finish him.”

  Ryuji clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “What’s the plan, Chief? We’re not equipped to deal with someone like her. She’s playing with us.”

  Yuriko’s gaze hardened. “We have to be smarter than her. She wants to provoke us, to make us chase her down like fools. But we won’t fall into that trap.”

  Mikaela looked toward the doorway, where the dim light of dawn was beginning to creep in. “She’s out there… watching, waiting.”

  “She’ll slip up,” Yuriko said with icy determination. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.”

  The air felt thick with tension, each detective lost in their thoughts as they surveyed the massacre one last time. There was no mistaking it—Kairi Saigeru wasn’t just a murderer. She was a force of nature, a storm that destroyed everything in its path. And now, the Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau was caught in her wake.

  As they exited the hideout, Mikaela spoke again, her voice soft but steady. “If we don’t stop her soon, it won’t just be the gangs she’s after. It’ll be us next.”

  Yuriko’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—fear, maybe, or perhaps something deeper. “Let her come,” she whispered. “We’ll see who’s left standing when the dust settles.”

  But in the pit of their stomachs, all three detectives knew the truth. Kairi Saigeru was unlike anything they had ever faced before. And stopping her… might just be impossible.

  …

  Yuriko Matsunaga stepped out of the Iron Serpents’ hideout, the dawn's first light casting a pale glow over the blood-soaked ground. Her hand clenched into a fist at her side, and her jaw tightened, the weight of the carnage inside pressing heavily on her mind. She paused just outside the entrance, inhaling deeply as she took in the cool morning air, trying to dispel the anger simmering beneath her composed exterior.

  Pacifist. The name echoed mockingly in her thoughts.

  "City-wide threat? That would’ve been a goddamn luxury," she muttered to herself, her lips curled into a tight sneer. Yuriko’s hands found their way to her hips as she looked over the scene again, fury flashing in her eyes. "This isn’t just about one city anymore... If we don’t end this now, she’ll become a country-wide problem. No, global if she wants to be."

  Her fingers twitched, itching for action. The notorious Iron Serpents—once an indomitable gang that caused fear and chaos in Kurokawa—had been obliterated in a matter of hours. No one had ever done something like this. Kairi Saigeru had turned what should’ve been a major victory for the city into something far more sinister.

  She wasn’t just playing with the gangs now. She was taunting them. The police. The entire system.

  Yuriko closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm her pulse. Stay focused. You’ll get your chance.

  But beneath her calm exterior, the chief's blood boiled. She knew what this meant. Kairi was no longer just a serial killer taking down small-time gangs. If left unchecked, this chaos would spill far beyond the boundaries of Kurokawa. And I won’t let that happen.

  One of the junior officers rushed toward her, his steps quick but unsure. “Chief Matsunaga, we’ve cleared the perimeter. Should we—”

  “Enough,” Yuriko cut him off, her voice sharp but controlled. She didn’t even look at him, her gaze fixated on the horizon as if trying to predict where Kairi might strike next. “We’re dealing with a monster, not a common thug. Secure the area, lock it down, and get your men out of here.”

  The officer nodded quickly but hesitated. “Are you alright, Chief?”

  Yuriko’s dark eyes flicked toward him, the barest hint of a smile playing on her lips—a smile devoid of warmth. “I’ll be alright when I have my hands wrapped around her throat.”

  The officer swallowed, nodding stiffly before jogging away. She turned her attention back to the scene, her mind already running through strategies, through options. But none of them seemed good enough. None of them had the edge needed to stop someone like Kairi.

  She sighed deeply, the weight of leadership pressing down on her shoulders. She had to remain calm, collected. Now wasn’t the time for reckless decisions.

  But she could feel it—the slow burn of rage deep inside her. The desire to take this personally, to hunt Kairi down herself. If it comes to that, she thought, I’ll make sure it’s me who finishes this. I’ll make sure she knows exactly who brought her down.

  Yuriko glanced back at the hideout one last time, her lips curling in disdain. “You think you’re untouchable, don’t you? Killing men like they’re insects beneath your heel…” She paused, her expression hardening. “Enjoy your games while you can, ‘Pacifist.’ When the time comes, I’ll be the one who puts an end to this.”

  She squared her shoulders, exhaling a deep breath, and walked toward her patrol car. But in her heart, the decision was already made. She would be patient. She would wait. But when the time was right… Yuriko Matsunaga would take matters into her own hands. And Kairi Saigeru would finally meet her match.

  Ryuji and Mikaela would walk over to Yuriko, as they were worried about her wellbeing.

  Ryuji: (stern voice, serious) “Let’s make sure to tell everyone to head back to the hotel..”

  Yuriko would clear her throat, teasing Ryuji a bit before turning over to the rest of the Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau.

  Ryuji and Mikaela approached Yuriko, their concern evident but unspoken. The tension in the air was palpable.

  Ryuji: (voice steady, eyes scanning the area) “Let’s make sure everyone is accounted for. We need to regroup and head back to the hotel. No stragglers.”

  Mikaela: (sidling closer to Ryuji, her tone lighter but still serious) “You know, you always get this look on your face when things get intense. It’s kind of cute.”

  Ryuji: (smirking without breaking his focus) “Someone has to keep you in check. Can’t have you wandering off again.”

  Mikaela: (grinning, leaning in) “Me? Wander off? I thought I was the one who had to keep you from diving headfirst into trouble.”

  Ryuji: (glancing at her, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement) “Let’s not argue about who pulls who out of danger more often, Mikaela. We both know I win.”

  Mikaela: (teasing, but her eyes glint with intensity) “Only because I let you.”

  Yuriko shifts her weight, her eyes moving between the two. She clears her throat, breaking the quiet tension, though she couldn’t help but smirk at the exchange.

  Yuriko: (playfully) “You two need a room, or should I leave you to your… ‘strategic discussion’?”

  Ryuji: (composed but with a playful edge) “We’re strategizing, Yuriko. This is what we do.”

  Mikaela: (winks at Yuriko, then turns back to Ryuji, lowering her voice just enough) “If you call this strategizing, I’m in. But how about we make sure everyone’s safe first?”

  Ryuji: (sighs, giving a slight nod) “Fine. Everyone, gather up! We head back to the hotel in five. I want everyone rested and ready for tomorrow—no exceptions.”

  Mikaela: (with a grin, leaning in as she starts to walk away) “I’ll make sure no one’s breaking curfew, including you.”

  Ryuji: (watching her go, his voice low, but amused) “I’ll hold you to that.”

  As the Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau was finally heading over to the Crimson Lotus Hotel again for the night, We would see Kairi Saigeru staring down at them from the rooftop of the other building before deadpanning.

  Kairi: (Sadistic voice—mild annoyance) “This Police running stuff is pretty annoying…if I encounter one, I’ll fight them to the death..”

  Kairi would sigh a bit, before staring into the ground below, as she eyed the typical thug activity which was threatening the weak and the hopeless, causing her to sigh before slowly jumping from building floor to building floor now, before she reached the ground.

  Kairi calmly walked over, and simply asked them, “What gang are you from, lowlifes?”

  Ranyu eyed this girl here, with Ken & Rin eyeing her also.

  Kairi: (smugly—unnoticed angry tone) “Are you deaf or something…”

  Ranyu: (irritated—delinquent-like tone) “We are the Sakuya Tribal Gang, and you are standing on our turf… woman.”

  Kairi began to laugh at this statement, before slowly stepping forward as she asked, “Mind letting that lady go…or do you want to do this the hard way?”

  Ranyu would alert the rest of the Sakuya Tribal Gang, which was nothing but fat dudes, some idiot women with blue hair + a Karen like haircut and very unstable people causing her to run as quickly as she can to the Ranyu guy, but she was cornered by the fat dudes.

  Kairi: (sadistic laughter—Uncanny Glare) “I’ll make sure you all die in under two minutes tops..”

  Kairi would jump upwards to avoid getting grabbed by a fat dude, but she was unaware of the very unstable guys who were running at her.

  The Unstable Guy began to stab Kairi’s right arm, causing her to scream in pain, until she began to laugh sadistically as she used her other hand to break free of the grasp from the fat dude’s grip.

  Kairi would pull the knife out of her right arm, as she licked her own blood off of it, before staring at the fat dude and the unstable guy with a bloodlust look, as she tossed the knife through the guy’s jugular, causing his throat to get ripped out due to the impact.

  The Fat Guy panicked as he shouted, “LUCAS” but his screams were soon silenced as Kairi used her strength and snapped the fat dude’s neck, causing him to pass out.

  About a good hour later, Kairi dealt with the rest of the Sakuya Tribal Gang’s Grunts as they were all swiftly killed and deliberately dealt with only a minute left to go.

  Kairi eyed Ranyu, Ken and Rin with the same bloodlust glint in her eye, causing her to continue walking forward.

  Kairi: (sadistic smirk—crazed eye gesture) “I am the Pacifist..” as Kairi said this, she decided to just grab the nearest wooden plank, and bash it into Ken’s Skull, causing his nose to burst out in blood before finally collapsing to the ground.

  Rin: (shocked look—scared voice) “KEEEEEEN!!!!!” She screamed his name, as he was seen, dead on the ground lifelessly.

  Ranyu took this opportunity to step forward, and simply try to send a gut punch into Kairi’s Chest, followed by Rin trying to throw Kunai at Kairi’s back.

  Kairi: (sadistic expression—angst tone) “You…there, Rin dear…You know you can change..”, Kairi had a bit of a somber tone as she was telling Rin to change and better herself, before ducking the kunai thrown at her.

  Ranyu: (Scared Expression—Yelling) “DAMN YOU BITCH!!!!” Ranyu was struck in multiple places by the kunai, before he was going down he decided to light this dynamite in his hand but he was Spinkicked into the river beside them here.

  Rin: (somber crying—bothered) “Why didn’t you kill me…!!” Rin shouted at Kairi with an angry tone, causing Kairi to lift her collar.

  Kairi: (angry tone—annoyed) “I see potential in you, girlie…and that’s all I care about simply..but I’ll walk you to the exit of this area tho..”

  Rin: (asking quietly) “I know you see me as an enemy, but I have no choice, can you do me a favor?”

  Kairi: (patiently waiting) “…What do you need help with?” Kairi would say this in a surprising caring voice.

  Rin: (worried) “Please save my younger sister…from this weird group that call themselves the “Harvesters of Unity”, it’s a very weird and dangerous group with a very odd group leader..”, Rin was the only one to escape and to train if it meant being a gang member.

  Kairi: (sighing) “..Sure, this is the only thing I’ll do but you can come with me for now.., got it.”

  Rin would nod in response, as she followed Kairi but Kairi decided to stop quickly, turning to Rin.

  Kairi: (annoyed—threatening tone) “And if you are lying then you will be dealt with quickly like that leader of yours, Ranyu got it..”

  Rin nodded to the response, as she wanted to join Kairi to save her sister but she was also eager to save the other victims of that weird group known as “Harvester”.

  Kairi would quickly carry Rin in a princess-like way, as she quickly ran up the building to get on the first building rooftop, and simply jumped from building floor to building floor again and headed to a different hotel floor for the night.

  As Kairi and Rin headed in the hotel room, they were both sweaty, so before they went to bed, they decided to wash each other up by lathering shampoo and body wash on their bodies, and hopped into the bath together.

  Kairi: (serious) “Rin, you sleep and I’ll make the room mine..”

  Rin: (smiling) “Okay..”

  As they were finished with their bath, Kairi put Rin to bed now, letting her sleep as she then walked over to Hotel Check In, quickly making her way to the reception and checked in their room, Hotel Room 1-C in the system and took the key after taking the room.

  As Kairi walked over to the room, she opened the door with the room key, and went to sleep beside Rin who was seemingly having a nightmare or something, as she was crying in her sleep.

  Kairi could only feel pity for Rin, however she remembered seeing a random woman that was there in trouble by the Sakuya Tribal Group, but who was she really?

  Kairi would pull Rin closer to her like she was her own younger sister, as she finally started falling asleep finally…,while they were asleep we would shift back to the alleyway where we see the lady standing around the dead bodies of the Sakuya Tribal Gang, but then a weird voice was heard, coming from the shadows.

  ???: (serious expression—weird tone) “You there, woman… you are the cause huh?..”

  ??? Would reveal himself as Rulaze Sinblair, who was the 35 year old leader of the group “Harvester”

  Rulaze: (Sadistic grin—weird tone) “Bend down, kiss your maker..”, Rulaze commanded the woman before blushing a bit pervertedly.

  The Woman was a bit freaked out, but decided to follow Rulaze’s order before so she could walk away.

  Rulaze: (serious look—weird tone) “Rulaze would like to cop a feel if you catch my drift.”

  The lady would scream “NO” at him, causing him to get angry.

  Rulaze: (annoyed expression—angry tone) “..You know what, Freya…Jade…Kaverah & Jyera you woman out of my many know what to do to this woman better yet…what’s your name?”

  The Lady would look scared, slowly backing away, as she said, “My name is Mary Holiday…I’m an American Journalist for Times..”

  Rulaze simply walked over to Mary as he spoke creepily, “You aren’t very smart…so make sure to try again when you are reborn in this world in the future” as Rulaze said this, he shot her in the stomach about 5 times with a regular pistol, before he put the pistol up, Mary gasped at the air before cursing at them all, but then Rulaze looked angry before finally ending Mary’s life by shooting her in the head.

  Rulaze: (Happy expression—serious tone) “Let’s head out now..”, Rulaze and the other women at Harvester would disappear again from within the shadows in the alleyway.

  …

  {Episode End}

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  "Nightmares aren’t born from monsters or shadows. They’re born from the moment you trust someone, only to feel the knife they bury in your back. In the end, the fear isn’t of the darkness—it’s of the light that blinds you right before the betrayal."