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  We would see an older Kairi as she stared at her target in their eyes, as she smashed their head into the very concrete wall in front of them.

  Kairi: (Sadistic) “How do you want to die…” (Insane Laughter)

  Carter: (bleeding, scared) “Please, Don’t Kill Me… I have a wife, kids and a great life so please don’t kill me…”

  Kairi would walk forward to Carter, as she began to laugh menacingly before she squatted down to grab the bottom part of a gutter.

  Carter: (scared) “What?..Get Away..” (frightened look)

  Carter would try to get up, but Kairi slammed the gutter piece into his stomach, as the very metal tore the very shirt he was wearing, showing that a cut formed from his stomach region.

  Kairi: (unimpressed) “Are you done..gasping for air?” (she would begin to lick the very blood off the gutter piece that she was holding on to, before laughing again)..

  Carter: (Scared, slowly bleeding out) “FUCK YOU, BITCH!”

  Kairi would glare at Carter, as she slowly walked over to him with a pseudo smile expression as she used all of her strength to rip his head clean off his very body with the gutter piece she was holding.

  Kairi: (eyeing the lifeless man’s body) “How Pathetic, Begging for Mercy… (she spat at the dead body of Carter, before starting to walk off)..My revenge on the people who ruined my life…”

  …

  Alarms and Sirens would go off after the day of the murder of Carter Johnson, who was a very well known businessman living in Kyoto, Japan, despite being born in Buffalo, New York.

  Police would walk over to the site of the crime scene, blocking away from the evidence as yellow tape was placed around the dead body.

  Random Officer 1: (serious) “What kind of maniac would do this?”

  Random Officer 2: (on the verge of vomiting) “Is that brain matter?-.. [he would run off to throw up inside the trash]..”

  Random Officer 3: (concerned) “I get it that your vomiting but try and stay strong like they taught us in the academy”

  The Police Chief would arrive to the scene, as she was eyed at the site, telling her officers to stay firm and vigilant as we were shown an name tag reading the name, “Yuriko Matsunaga”

  Yuriko: (serious) “Alright, I need everyone to make way for the new detective and his partner joining us in our police force here in Kurokawa..they were transferred from a former department before they came here technically since we are going to be short staffed, it’s only fitting to get some help, you know… [she would stretch a bit, causing her breasts to jiggle a bit, causing some of the officers to glance with drooling faces since they all dreamed about getting with their police chief]…anyways, you two introduce yourselves..”

  The Man would look quite nervous at first but was elbowed by his partner, causing him to clear his throat as he looked at the officers who were men and women respectively, as he introduced himself as “Ryuji Liang”, who was a 23 year old Japanese-Chinese man with white medium length spiky hair and light orange eyes wearing a full on black suit and pants with black gloves.

  Ryuji: (eyeing his partner, serious) “Now then, it’s your turn to introduce yourself.”

  Ryuji’s Partner would clear her throat, before facing everyone in a serious but slightly cutesy way, as she would introduce herself as “Mikaela Yoon-Himura”, who was a 27 year old Filipino-Japanese woman with a natural ash-gray bob cut that framed her face with a sharp yet effortless elegance wearing a tailored black blazer worn over a crisp, white button-up shirt, which is partially undone to reveal her D cup breasts a bit.

  Mikaela: (serious) “Now, that’s over…, Yuri- I mean…{clears throat}…Chief..”

  Yuriko: (serious) “oh right, I almost forgot about what I tasked you and Ryuji to do, it’s pretty time consuming and a full risk but as I hired you two to this police force, you can’t reject it… find clues on who’s the culprit and bring them to justice…either Dead or Alive it doesn’t matter to bring them to justice and to save lives….[she started to get bored, starting to yawn a bit]…so you two and the rest of the Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau will be on high alert until we catch this perpetrator whoever he or she may be..”

  …

  …

  The scene shifts to 1945, right after the end of World War II. A tense silence filled the air of the small doctor's office. The man, a war-torn veteran with haunted eyes, sat beside his pregnant wife. The remnants of battle still clung to him—the ghost of death and destruction, the weight of countless lives taken. His hands, rough and calloused, clutched his wife’s trembling ones as they waited.

  The doctor, Dr. Miyaki Suzuki, finally emerged from the examination room. His face, usually a mask of professional detachment, was pale and strained, his eyes flicking nervously between the couple.

  Dr. Suzuki: (cautiously) “Mr. and Mrs. Saigeru, the results… they’re complicated.”

  The man’s grip tightened on his wife’s hand, the tension in the room thickening.

  Mr. Saigeru: (demanding) “What do you mean, complicated?”

  Dr. Suzuki hesitated, swallowing hard before continuing.

  Dr. Suzuki: (softly) “Your child… there are signs of abnormalities, likely due to the radiation exposure from Hiroshima. It’s a miracle she survived this far, but... the damage is severe. I’m afraid… there’s no telling what she’ll become.”

  The wife’s face crumpled in despair, tears spilling down her cheeks. The man’s jaw clenched, a mixture of rage and helplessness swirling within him.

  Mr. Saigeru: (shouting) “No! She will be perfect! You’re wrong!”

  But even as he shouted, a dark fear crept into his heart. He knew what the doctor was implying—that his daughter was a mistake, a twisted product of war, a reminder of the horrors he had fought so hard to escape.

  The doctor, uncomfortable and desperate to leave, handed them the ultrasound pictures—a blurry, distorted image of what should have been their joy, now a source of dread.

  Dr. Suzuki: (sympathetically) “We’ll do everything we can, but… prepare yourselves.”

  As the couple left the clinic, the man’s resolve hardened. He swore then that he would protect his daughter from the world, even if it meant hiding her away, even if it meant facing the demons of his past all over again.

  …

  Months turned into weeks as we would transition to 4 years after Kairi was born, her parents would walk into her room as they yelled and shouted at her for doing whatever in the house.

  Kairi would look upset as she didn’t do anything other than be herself at home.

  Meanwhile in the parents’ room, they began to argue about whatever before locking the door—more arguing which subsided; converting to heavy moaning as Daigo and Naomi would proceed in committing to having unprotected sex, after some hours, Naomi asked Daigo if he at least used a condom during their session.

  Daigo: (ignorant) “Why would I have to wear a fucking condom, when you are my wife.. and besides this is my fucking home got it damnit.”

  Naomi: (angry) “you fucking dickwad, here we go with this bullshit, you are ridiculous.. [calming down] at least we can maybe turn our life around after that mistake of a child we got.”

  Naomi and Daigo would chuckle a bit before changing into their pajamas—walking to their daughter’s room.

  Daigo: (yelling) “Kairi, Wake Up.”

  Kairi would wake up, confused to why her parents are in her room.

  Naomi: (disgusted) “You dare give your mother that face?” [She would whack Kairi in the face with the belt, causing Daigo to do the same by slamming his fists to beat Kairi with no remorse as he knocked her out.]

  …

  A couple hours later, Kairi would slowly regain consciousness, however her face was bruised—as she had a black eye on her right side, a couple missing teeth and a gash on her nose from that.

  Kairi: (scared, while on the verge of tears) “why am I the one who gets hurt the most.. I don’t get it..I might just be a worthless pest in their eyes..”

  …

  Kairi’s light gray hair, once a symbol of the carefree days of her childhood, had become a stark reminder of the burdens she now carried. At just 17, her life was anything but ordinary. The transformation in her appearance mirrored the turmoil within—a girl forced to grow up too soon, left to fend for herself in a world that seemed determined to break her spirit.

  The once close-knit Saigeru family had become a distant memory. Kairi’s parents were never around, consumed by their careers and social lives, leaving her to manage everything. Her younger siblings, oblivious to the weight on her shoulders, clung to her as their only source of stability. But the facade Kairi maintained was beginning to crack.

  School was no escape. If anything, it was another battlefield. Whispers followed her down the hallways, snide comments and cruel laughter that cut deeper than any blade. Her light gray hair, once admired, now made her a target. “Look at the freak,” they’d jeer, their voices dripping with venom. “What happened to your hair, Kairi? Too much stress? Or did you just want to look like a ghost?”

  Kairi would lower her gaze, biting back the tears that threatened to spill. She couldn’t let them see her break. Not here. Not ever.

  But the worst betrayal came from the one person she thought she could trust—Ryuu, the boy she had quietly admired from afar. He was charming, kind, and everything she believed she needed in her life. For a brief moment, she thought he might actually see her, not the rumors or the whispers, but her. When he smiled at her in class, when their eyes met across the room, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t alone in this hell.

  That hope shattered the day she found out the truth. It was after school when she overheard Ryuu laughing with his friends. “Kairi? Nah, man, she’s just a joke. Did you really think I’d be into someone like her? I was just messing with her for a bit of fun.”

  Her heart froze, her world crumbling around her. The laughter felt like knives slicing through her, each word a deeper cut. She turned and walked away, her hands trembling, the tears she had held back for so long finally spilling over. The pain in her chest was unbearable, like her heart was being ripped apart from the inside. But the moment she reached home, she wiped her eyes and put on a mask of indifference. No one could know. She had to stay strong.

  Home, once a place of comfort, had become a prison. Her parents, when they were around, were cold and distant. But lately, the distance had turned to outright hostility. The once loving words had become harsh, the occasional disagreements now full-blown fights. “You’re useless, Kairi,” her mother would hiss, the disdain in her voice like poison. “All you do is bring shame to this family. You can’t even take care of your siblings properly.”

  Her father wasn’t any better. “Why do you think we leave you alone all the time? We can’t stand being around you. You’re a burden, Kairi. You always have been.”

  Kairi would just stand there, numb, as the words washed over her. She had no fight left in her. All she could do was endure, to survive. But deep down, a fire was starting to burn—a fierce, raging anger that she kept buried, afraid of what might happen if it ever broke free.

  Late at night, when the house was silent and her siblings were asleep, Kairi would stare at her reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at her was a stranger—pale, with lifeless gray hair, and eyes that once sparkled now dull and hollow. “This is what they made you,” she would whisper to herself, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and despair. “This is what you’ve become.”

  But she wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet. Somewhere inside her, beneath the pain and the betrayal, was a glimmer of defiance. “I won’t let them break me,” she whispered, her voice growing stronger. “I’ll make them regret everything. One day, they’ll see what I’m capable of.”

  And with that, Kairi steeled herself for what was to come. The world might have turned its back on her, but she wasn’t going to let it destroy her. She’d fight back, no matter what it took. She wasn’t the weak, broken girl they thought she was. She was something much, much more dangerous.

  The next day, the air at the school was thick with tension. Kairi walked through the halls with her usual mask of indifference, but inside, her mind was a storm of emotions. Ryuu’s betrayal had cut deeper than she thought possible, but she refused to let it show. She wouldn’t give him—or anyone else—the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.

  As she approached her locker, Kairi noticed a group of girls lingering nearby, whispering amongst themselves. There was something off about the way they watched her, their eyes glinting with a mix of malice and anticipation. At the center of the group was Haruka, a girl who had always been shy and quiet, blending into the background with her glasses and neat, prim appearance. Kairi had barely noticed her before, but now Haruka’s gaze was fixed on her with a strange intensity.

  Kairi hesitated, but before she could react, the girls had surrounded her, blocking her escape. “What do you want?” Kairi asked, her voice steady, though her heart was pounding.

  Haruka stepped forward, her expression cold and calculating. Gone was the shy, bookish girl; in her place was someone Kairi barely recognized—someone who seemed hungry for power. “You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” Haruka’s voice was quiet but laced with venom. “You thought you could take everything from me.”

  Kairi frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”

  “Ryuu,” Haruka spat, her eyes narrowing. “You thought you could have him, that he’d choose someone like you over me.”

  Realization dawned on Kairi, and a bitter laugh escaped her lips. “You think I wanted him? He’s nothing but a coward.”

  That was the wrong thing to say. Haruka’s face twisted with rage. “You bitch!” she screamed, before lunging at Kairi, her fists swinging wildly. The other girls joined in, shoving Kairi back until she hit the wall with a sickening thud.

  Before Kairi could recover, Haruka’s fist slammed into her stomach with brutal force. The pain was immediate and intense, knocking the breath out of her. Kairi doubled over, gasping for air, but Haruka didn’t relent. She jabbed at Kairi’s midsection again and again, each blow more vicious than the last.

  “Stop it!” Kairi choked out, but her voice was weak, barely audible over the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

  Haruka’s face was a mask of hatred as she grabbed Kairi by the hair, yanking her head up to meet her gaze. “You don’t get to speak!” she snarled before driving her knee into Kairi’s stomach. The force of the blow sent Kairi to the ground, where she curled up, trying to protect herself from the relentless assault.

  The other girls were laughing now, egging Haruka on as she continued to kick and punch Kairi, who was too weak to fight back. “Look at her,” one of them sneered. “The mighty Kairi, brought down to nothing.”

  Haruka crouched down next to Kairi, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to look up. “You’re pathetic,” she whispered, her voice dripping with disdain. “You think you’re so strong, but you’re just a scared little girl. No one will ever love you. No one will ever care.”

  Kairi’s vision was blurring, the edges of her consciousness starting to fade. She wanted to fight back, to scream, but her body refused to respond. The pain was too much, and her strength was gone.

  Satisfied that she had broken Kairi, Haruka delivered one final, brutal punch to her face. The world spun, and everything went black.

  When Kairi regained consciousness, she was lying on the cold, hard floor of the empty classroom. The girls were gone, leaving her battered and bruised, alone with the crushing weight of her defeat. Her body ached with every movement, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the deep, searing humiliation that burned within her.

  She struggled to her feet, swaying slightly as the room tilted around her. Blood trickled from her nose and a cut on her lip, and her stomach throbbed with each shallow breath. Kairi stumbled to the window, leaning against the sill for support as she looked out at the schoolyard below, where life went on as if nothing had happened.

  As she stood there, watching the students laughing and talking like they didn’t have a care in the world, Kairi’s resolve hardened. She had been humiliated, beaten down, and left for dead. But she was still here, still breathing, still alive.

  “I’ll make them pay,” she whispered, her voice raw and filled with a new kind of determination. “I’ll make them all pay.”

  At that moment, something inside Kairi shifted. The light in her eyes, once dull and lifeless, now burned with a cold, unyielding fire. She would survive this. She would rise from the ashes of her broken self, stronger and more dangerous than anyone could imagine.

  …

  That night, Kairi sat alone in her room, the silence pressing in around her like a suffocating blanket. The bruises on her body throbbed with every heartbeat, a painful reminder of the brutal beating she had endured earlier that day. Her mind replayed the events over and over, each memory sharpening the blade of her anger until it cut through her very soul.

  The room was dark, save for the dim light of the small desk lamp that cast long, eerie shadows across the walls. Kairi’s reflection in the cracked mirror on the dresser was almost unrecognizable—swollen, bloodied lips, one eye nearly swollen shut, and a band of dark bruises across her cheeks. But it wasn’t the physical damage that had changed her; it was something much deeper, something that had finally snapped inside her.

  “They’ll all pay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and resolve. Her reflection stared back at her, and for the first time, she didn’t see a victim. She saw something far more dangerous—someone who had nothing left to lose.

  Kairi reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out an old, leather-bound notebook. It had once been a place for her to jot down thoughts and dreams, but those days were long gone. Now, it would serve a darker purpose. She flipped open to a blank page and grabbed a pen, the ink a deep, unforgiving black.

  At the top of the page, she scrawled a single word in jagged, angry letters: REVENGE.

  She took a deep breath, her hand steady as she began to write the names of those who had wronged her, one by one. The pen dug into the paper with each stroke, as if the very act of writing their names was an act of violence. Haruka was the first name on the list, underlined twice. Her tormentor, her betrayer. The one who had dared to lay hands on her and break what little was left of her spirit.

  Then came the others—each girl who had laughed, who had stood by and watched, who had added their own cruelty to Kairi’s suffering. They were all there, written in bold, unforgiving ink. But it didn’t stop with them. The list grew longer as Kairi wrote the names of everyone who had ever hurt her, everyone who had taken a piece of her soul and left her hollow. The teachers who ignored her pain, the classmates who turned a blind eye, even her own family—everyone who had contributed to the dark pit of despair she found herself in.

  As the list filled the page, a twisted sense of satisfaction began to bloom in Kairi’s chest. This was her plan, her way out. She would reclaim her power by taking it from those who had taken everything from her. The thought of watching the life drain from their eyes, of feeling their fear as they realized too late that they had created their own monster, filled her with a cold, burning resolve.

  When the list was complete, Kairi leaned back in her chair, staring at the names. “You did this to me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the oppressive silence of the room. “You all did this to me. And now, I’m going to make sure you never hurt anyone else again.”

  Her gaze drifted to the black hoodie draped over the back of her chair—a hoodie she had bought months ago but never worn. It was thick, heavy, and would easily hide her bruises, her face, and her identity. Kairi reached out, running her fingers over the fabric, feeling the weight of it in her hands. This was who she would become: a shadow, a wraith in the night, bringing retribution to those who had dared to wrong her.

  She slipped the hoodie on, pulling the hood over her head and tightening the strings until only her eyes were visible. The reflection that stared back at her from the mirror was no longer a broken, beaten girl. It was a harbinger of death, a bringer of vengeance.

  Kairi clenched her fists, her heart beating steadily with the rhythm of her newfound purpose. “I will kill as many as I need to,” she vowed, her voice strong and unwavering. “I’ll bring this world to its knees, and I’ll start with you, Haruka.”

  The next day, Kairi waited, biding her time. She moved through the school like a ghost, unnoticed and unseen. No one paid attention to her anymore—they had moved on, confident in their belief that she was defeated, broken beyond repair.

  But they were wrong.

  As the school day drew to a close, Kairi followed Haruka and her group of bullies, her black hoodie blending into the shadows as she trailed them from a distance. Her breath was calm, her steps silent. The list was burning in her pocket, a reminder of the blood she was ready to spill. This was it. The first step in her plan to make the world pay for what it had done to her.

  And when the moment was right, when they were alone, and no one was around to hear their screams, Kairi would strike.

  But for now, she watched, waiting, the darkness within her growing with every passing second.

  As they were finally alone, Kairi would reveal herself as she put down the hood on the hoodie, causing Haruka and her gang of bullies to notice Kairi.

  Haruka: (cocky) “What’s wrong, Kairi.. still begging for more, though I think you need to be taught a lesson about manners and time management.”

  Kairi would stare at them, quietly as she eyed the bullies who were deciding on what they were wanting to do.

  Haruka: (still cocky) “Rika, Sakura.. you two handle her for me..while we wait.”

  Rika: (enraged) “You should’ve just stayed quiet and listened to Haruka.”

  Sakura: (wicked smile) “I want to crush her bones and watch her thrive in pain…”

  Kairi stood there silently, as she watched Sakura and Rika dash straight at her, as they would strike at her but Kairi managed to block their attacks.

  Kairi: (sadistic smile) “Are You Done Yet?”

  Sakura: (Angered) “Don’t you mock me, you bitch—.”

  As Sakura tried to strike at Kairi—she felt something that stabbed through her stomach, ripping her guts out of her body—leaving Sakura spitting out blood and succumbing to her severe injuries.

  Rika: (enraged) “How dare you, killing my best friend… I WILL KILL YOU,BITCH..”

  Rika would run straight at Kairi, ready to direct her fist into Kairi’s jaw but it looked like Kairi was ready for it as she licked the very blood from her knife and rubbed it on Sakura’s dead body before placing it on her.

  Kairi would warm herself up, as she sprinted at Rika and slammed her on the hard part of the sink—causing her to spit out blood, but Kairi wasn’t finished as she stomped Rika out in a brutal fashion—as a piece of her brain matter was stuck on Kairi’s boot, causing her to take it off of the boot and flick it at Haruka’s Forehead.

  The rest of Haruka’s Group would try to rush Kairi but their fates were ultimately sealed— as blood, guts, hearts and brain matter would cover the end of the bathroom, making Haruka vomit and cry about it.

  Haruka: (angered) “I HATE YOU, YOU MUST DIE FOR THIS…RYUU SHOULD’VE NEVER MET YOU..—”

  Haruka’s anger would be turned into shock as she felt blood rushing down her face, before realizing that mid sentence, Kairi threw the same knife that she killed Sakura with and made it hit her head—causing Haruka to collapse to the ground, dead.

  Kairi would begin to feel nothing for her victims, as she started laughing sadistically—about this revelation.

  As She left the bathroom, she began to feel nothing but darkness—similar to a cold sweat that you would have even within a nightmarish landscape.

  …

  A Teacher walked inside the bathroom, as they would scream at the site of dead students—causing them to tell the principal quickly as a result, they contacted the police and the parents of the students they were able to identify with ease.

  As Kairi arrived home from school earlier than usual, causing her parents to yell at her for being here as well as ditching school.

  Kairi would walk away—but her father pulled her arm, yanking her back to face him.

  Daigo: (angry) “You were always a mistake.”

  Kairi: (shouting) “What if I wasn’t a mistake and it was your fault for that…”

  Kairi tried walking away, but her father would lift her up by the collar before slamming his fist in her—causing her mother to kick her into the basement of the house.

  …

  She would fall down the stairs and seethe in great pain—as she tried to get up slowly, but passed out like she lost her drive to get up.

  She stood on unsteady legs, her body a fragile shell barely holding together. Every inch of her was screaming—her ribs throbbing, her head pounding, her skin bruised and raw—but the physical pain was nothing compared to the darkness inside her. That void, that emptiness, had been there for as long as she could remember, swallowing every shred of hope, every flicker of light, until there was nothing left but darkness.

  Her life had always been this way—abuse layered upon abuse, each scar a reminder of what she was worth: nothing. She couldn’t even remember a time when it was different. The days bled together in a blur of pain, humiliation, and despair, until she couldn’t distinguish one from the other. It was all the same, every moment a reminder of her failures, her inadequacies, her utter lack of value.

  What’s the point? The thought echoed in her mind, relentless and cold. What’s the point of any of this? She knew the answer before she even finished asking the question. There was no point. Her life was a never-ending cycle of suffering, each day another page in a story written in blood and tears. A story no one would ever read, no one would ever care about. A story that didn’t matter.

  You’re broken, her thoughts whispered, their voice harsh and unforgiving. You’ve always been broken, and you’ll never be whole. You’ll never be anything but this—weak, useless, a burden.

  She wanted to argue, to push back against the voices, but she was too tired. Too beaten down by years of relentless abuse and torment. Every time she’d tried to fight, to stand up for herself, it had ended the same way—with her on the floor, battered and broken, the small flicker of defiance snuffed out under the weight of his fists, his words, his control.

  You can’t fight this, her thoughts taunted her. You can’t win. Just give up. Let it happen. You’re nothing. You’ve always been nothing.

  Her life was a series of failures—failed attempts to escape, failed attempts to please him, failed attempts to find something, anything, that would make her feel like she was worth more than this. But every time she thought she’d found a way out, he’d pull her back, tighter and tighter, until she couldn’t breathe. Until she couldn’t see a way out anymore. Until she was convinced that there wasn’t one.

  Why do you even try? The question circled in her mind, a cruel reminder of her reality. What’s the point of trying when you know how it ends? When you know that this is all there is?

  The truth was, she didn’t try anymore. She just went through the motions, day after day, existing rather than living, because it was easier that way. Easier to accept the abuse, the trauma, the endless spiral of depression, than to hope for something better. Hope was dangerous, a luxury she couldn’t afford. Hope had done nothing but hurt her, time and time again.

  This is all you are, her thoughts whispered. This is all you’ll ever be.

  She felt the tears prickling at her eyes but swallowed them down. Crying wouldn’t help. Crying was weakness, and she couldn’t afford to be weak—not any weaker than she already was. She had to keep going, keep pretending, keep surviving. Because that’s all she knew how to do.

  Survive.

  But as she looked around the dimly lit room, the silence pressing in on her, she wondered what she was even surviving for. What was the point of clinging to a life that had been nothing but suffering, nothing but abuse? What was the point of living when every breath was another reminder of how broken she was, how utterly lost she had become?

  Maybe it would be better if it just ended. The thought was there, sudden and chilling, but it wasn’t new. It had lingered in the back of her mind for years, growing stronger with each passing day. Each beating, each insult, each soul-crushing moment of despair had fed it, nurtured it, until it felt like the only real option left.

  Maybe it would be easier…

  She shoved the thought away, her heart racing, but it clung to her, wrapping itself around her mind like a vice. No. She couldn’t think like that. She couldn’t let herself go there. Not yet. She still had to clean up, had to make everything look normal, had to pretend that everything was fine.

  Pretend. The word tasted bitter on her tongue, a lie she’d told herself so many times it had almost become true. Almost.

  But deep down, she knew it wasn’t. Nothing was fine. Nothing would ever be fine again. And maybe, just maybe, it never had been.

  …

  Kairi would began to laugh satirically as she thought about ways to murder her parents but decided to wait at night before she could strike.

  Kairi paced around her room, her mind racing with dark thoughts. The anticipation of what she was planning gave her a twisted sense of excitement, but she knew she had to be patient. She glanced at the clock on her wall, its ticking almost mocking her as the night crept closer.

  Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Kairi began to plan every detail in her mind. She knew her parents' routines, their habits, and their weaknesses. Daigo was always the last to go to bed, staying up late to finish his work. Naomi, on the other hand, retired earlier, preferring to read in bed until she drifted off. Kairi would have to strike at just the right moment when they were both vulnerable.

  She thought about the tools she would need, the way she would move silently through the house, and the look on their faces when they realized what was happening. A cold smile curled on her lips as she imagined their shock, their fear. But she had to be careful; there could be no mistakes.

  The thought of waiting any longer gnawed at her, but she knew it was necessary. Rushing would only lead to failure, and she couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not when she was so close.

  Kairi decided to distract herself for the time being, pulling out her sketchbook from under the bed. She began to draw, her hand moving almost automatically across the paper, creating dark, chaotic images that mirrored the turmoil inside her. The drawings brought her some sense of calm, a way to channel the storm inside her until the time was right.

  She could hear the faint sounds of her parents in the other room, their voices low and indistinct. Kairi closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Soon, she told herself. Very soon, everything would change. But for now, she had to wait.

  Naomi pushed the door open wider, stepping into Kairi’s room despite the girl's earlier dismissal. Her expression had shifted from one of feigned concern to something colder, harder.

  "You’ve been locking yourself in here too much lately," Naomi said, her voice laced with irritation. "What are you even doing in here all day? Plotting how to waste more of our time and money?"

  Kairi’s grip on her pencil tightened, but she kept her voice even. "I’m just drawing, Mom. It helps me relax."

  "Relax?" Naomi scoffed, crossing her arms. "Maybe if you weren’t such a disappointment, you wouldn’t need to ‘relax’ so much. You think we have time for your silly little drawings? You should be doing something useful for once."

  Kairi forced herself to remain silent, swallowing the retort that threatened to escape. She’d learned long ago that talking back only made things worse.

  From down the hall, Daigo’s voice boomed. "Naomi! What are you doing in there? The girl’s worthless. Just leave her and get back here."

  Naomi threw one last disdainful look at Kairi before turning on her heel. "You heard him. Stay out of our way, or you’ll regret it."

  As the door slammed shut, Kairi’s calm facade cracked. She could feel the anger bubbling up inside her, threatening to spill over. But instead of lashing out, she channeled it into her drawing, the lines on the page growing darker, more violent.

  "Stay out of their way," she muttered bitterly to herself, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "Soon, I’ll make sure you never have to worry about me again."

  The sounds of Daigo and Naomi’s voices arguing down the hall grew louder, their usual nightly routine. Naomi had probably complained about Kairi taking too long to respond, and Daigo would be quick to agree, adding his own harsh words into the mix.

  "You’re worthless!" Daigo’s voice carried through the walls. "You don’t deserve anything we’ve given you. All you do is sulk and draw those stupid pictures like some kind of freak."

  Kairi’s pencil snapped again, but this time she didn’t care. She threw the broken pieces aside, breathing heavily as she fought to regain control.

  "They don’t deserve anything I’ve given them either," she whispered to herself, a cold smile forming on her lips. "But soon, they’ll get what’s coming to them."

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the anger to settle into a dangerous calm. The night wasn’t over yet, but she knew it would be soon enough. For now, she would wait. And when the time was right, she would strike.

  Kairi lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to drown out the sounds coming from her parents’ bedroom. She knew what was happening behind that closed door. It was a routine she had become all too familiar with—first the arguments, then the soft, almost loving voices that followed. The sudden switch from hatred to affection always left her feeling cold and hollow.

  Through the thin walls, she could hear their voices, muffled but clear enough to make out the sickening mix of intimacy and cruelty.

  "Can you believe her?" Naomi’s voice came first, laced with a mix of disdain and amusement. "She just sulks around here, never doing anything. It’s pathetic."

  Daigo’s voice followed, low and rough. "She’s not even worth the effort we put into her. Mio and Ren—they’re good kids. They actually deserve what we give them. But her? She’s just a waste of space."

  Kairi felt a sharp pang in her chest, the familiar sting of their words digging deep. She had heard it all before, but it never hurt any less. It wasn’t just their hatred that cut her; it was the way they could be so tender with each other, so loving with Mio and Ren, and yet so utterly devoid of any warmth toward her.

  As the conversation continued, their words became more indistinct, but Kairi could still feel the venom in their tone. She knew what was coming next—the shift from words to actions, the way they would turn on each other in that twisted, intimate way that made her sick to her stomach.

  "She’ll never amount to anything," Daigo growled, his voice thick with disdain. "If it weren’t for the other two, I’d have thrown her out years ago."

  Naomi’s laughter followed, light and cruel. "Oh, I know. But don’t think about her now, Daigo. She’s not worth it."

  Kairi squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds that followed—the heavy breathing, the whispered endearments, the sickeningly sweet words that they would never use on her. It was like listening to two different people—these were not the parents who spat venom at her, who belittled her every chance they got. No, this was the version of them that only Mio and Ren got to see—the loving, affectionate couple who doted on their golden children.

  But Kairi knew the truth. She knew how quickly they could turn, how easily their love could become cruelty, and how deep their hatred for her ran.

  She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, the pain helping to ground her in the moment, to keep her from spiraling into the dark thoughts that threatened to consume her. She had to stay strong, had to keep her wits about her. She couldn’t let them break her—not when she was so close to being free of them.

  And she wouldn’t let them ruin Mio and Ren, either. Her siblings didn’t deserve to be trapped in this toxic house any more than she did. They were innocent, still unaware of the true nature of their parents. Kairi had made a vow to herself that she would get them out, that she would find a way to make sure they never had to endure the kind of torment she faced every day.

  But she couldn’t do that yet. She had to wait, had to bide her time until she was strong enough to take action. Until then, she would endure the nightly ritual, the sickening juxtaposition of cruelty and love that filled this house with an unbearable tension.

  "They’ll be safe," she whispered to herself, the words barely audible over the sounds coming from the next room. "When this is all over, I’ll make sure they’re safe."

  As she lay there, forcing herself to stay calm, Kairi began to plot once again. She thought about the future, about the day when Mio and Ren would be old enough to leave, when she could tell them the truth and protect them from the darkness that lurked behind their parents’ loving facade.

  But for now, all she could do was wait. Wait and listen as her parents turned from abusers to lovers, from tormentors to doting partners, all while they kept her trapped in their twisted game. And in the silence of her room, Kairi promised herself that one day, this nightmare would end—one way or another.

  …

  Kairi sat on the edge of her bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The distant sounds of her parents’ voices had finally died down, leaving the house in an eerie silence. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the quiet, the calm before the inevitable storm that was always brewing within her.

  She stared at the wall in front of her, at the shadows that danced across it as the wind outside stirred the trees. Normally, these small, quiet moments were the only times she felt any semblance of peace. But tonight, something was different. The usual calm she sought felt hollow, as though a void had opened up inside her, swallowing everything else.

  She could feel it—the darkness creeping in around the edges of her mind, filling the spaces where her usual emotions should be. It wasn’t sudden; it was a gradual shift, like the slow descent of nightfall, the way the light fades so gradually that you hardly notice until the world is cloaked in shadow.

  Kairi clenched her fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to push the darkness back, but it was no use. It was already here, seeping into every corner of her mind, drowning out the light.

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  Her breathing grew shallow as the thoughts began to race—thoughts she couldn’t control, thoughts she had tried so hard to suppress. She thought of her parents, of the way they spoke about her, the way they looked at her with such disdain. She thought of Mio and Ren, their innocent faces unaware of the true horror that lurked beneath the surface of their perfect family.

  And then, she thought of herself—of the girl she used to be, before the darkness had taken hold. The girl who had once hoped for their love, who had once believed she could be enough. But that girl was gone now, replaced by someone else. Someone darker, colder.

  She stood up slowly, her movements almost mechanical as she walked over to the mirror on the wall. She stared at her reflection, at the girl who looked back at her with eyes that were too hard, too empty for someone her age.

  "This is who I am now," she whispered to herself, her voice devoid of any emotion. "This is what they’ve made me."

  The girl in the mirror was a stranger to her, yet she knew her well. This was the part of herself she had kept hidden for so long, the part she had tried to deny. But there was no denying it now. The darkness was here, and it wasn’t going away.

  Her thoughts began to twist and warp, turning darker with every passing second. She thought of all the nights she had spent lying awake, plotting her revenge, imagining what it would be like to finally be free of them. Those thoughts used to scare her, used to make her feel guilty. But now, they brought a strange sense of satisfaction.

  "They deserve it," she muttered, her reflection echoing the words back at her. "They deserve everything that’s coming to them."

  The darkness within her seemed to grow stronger, feeding off her anger, her hatred. It filled her with a sense of power she hadn’t felt before, a power that made her feel invincible. She knew what she had to do—what she had always known, deep down.

  There was no going back now. The girl she used to be was gone, and the one who stood here now was ready to do whatever it took to end this nightmare.

  Kairi turned away from the mirror, her face set in a cold, determined expression. She crossed the room in a few swift steps, her mind made up, her heart hardened. She reached for the door, her hand hovering over the knob for just a moment.

  "This ends tonight," she whispered to herself, the words carrying a finality that left no room for doubt.

  With that, she opened the door and stepped out of her room, leaving behind the last remnants of the girl she once was. The darkness had taken hold, and there was no turning back now.

  …

  Kairi would slowly walk downstairs as she found a pistol out in the open—on the counter, grabbing it and heading upstairs to her parents room, quietly.

  Kairi: (calmly) “I’ll finish them off, call the police and escape the house, however let me just do this.. [she would lock her sibling’s doors from the outside]..alright…”

  Kairi would traverse over to her parents’ room, as she aimed the pistol in her father’s face, as she shot him with zero remorse.

  Naomi jolted awake, her heart racing as the deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the room. The metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils as her eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the chaos. Her gaze fell on Daigo, or what was left of him. His face—once a picture of cruel authority—was now a mangled mess of blood and bone.

  She screamed, scrambling back against the headboard, her eyes wide with shock and horror. And then she saw Kairi, standing at the foot of the bed, the gun still smoking in her hand, her face emotionless, cold.

  "You...you little bitch!" Naomi’s voice was a mix of terror and fury, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. "You killed him! You fucking killed your father!"

  Kairi’s eyes narrowed as she stared at her mother, the weight of the gun in her hand grounding her in the present. "He deserved it," she replied, her voice steady, almost too calm. "You both do."

  Naomi’s shock quickly turned to rage, her face twisting into an expression of pure hatred. "You ungrateful little cunt! After everything we’ve done for you, this is how you repay us? You’re a fucking mistake, Kairi. A fucking mistake that I should have gotten rid of a long time ago!"

  Kairi’s grip on the gun tightened, but her expression remained unchanged. "Everything you’ve done for me?" she echoed, her voice dripping with venom. "You mean the years of torment? The constant reminders that I was never good enough? The beatings, the insults, the way you treated Mio and Ren like they were gods while you made sure I knew I was nothing?"

  Naomi’s eyes blazed with fury as she lunged toward Kairi, but she stopped short when Kairi raised the gun, aiming it directly at her chest.

  "You think you can scare me?" Naomi spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and rage. "You think you can fucking threaten me after everything? You’re nothing without us, Kairi! You’re worthless, a fucking parasite. I should have smothered you in your crib when I had the chance!"

  Kairi’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t lower the gun. The darkness inside her had taken hold, and there was no going back now. "Do you even hear yourself?" she hissed, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. "You’ve spent my entire life making sure I knew how much you hated me. You and Daigo—constantly reminding me that I was a mistake, that I was worthless. Well, now you know what it’s like to feel helpless, to feel fear."

  Naomi’s breathing was ragged, her eyes darting between Kairi and the gun, weighing her options. "You think killing him will change anything?" she sneered. "You think it’ll make you better than us? You’re just as fucking twisted as we are, Kairi. Maybe even worse."

  Kairi’s lips curled into a cold, bitter smile. "Maybe I am," she admitted, her voice devoid of any warmth. "But at least I’m not pretending to be something I’m not. You—both of you—hid behind this facade of being perfect parents, loving each other while you tore me down every chance you got. I’m done pretending."

  Naomi’s eyes filled with a mixture of fear and fury as she realized the gravity of the situation, the finality of Kairi’s words. "You’ll fucking pay for this," she snarled, her voice laced with venom. "I’ll make sure you rot in prison, you psychotic little bitch. I’ll make your life a living hell—worse than anything you’ve ever known."

  Kairi took a step closer, her eyes locked on her mother’s. "You’ve already made my life hell," she said, her voice low, filled with a dark intensity. "There’s nothing you can do to me that’s worse than what you’ve already done. But you...you’re going to live the rest of your miserable life knowing that I took him from you, that I broke your perfect little world. And when I’m done, you won’t have anyone left."

  Naomi’s eyes widened, panic setting in as the full weight of Kairi’s words sank in. "You’re fucking insane," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

  Kairi didn’t respond to Naomi, as she pointed the same pistol that she killed her own father with— at her mother, Naomi.

  Naomi: (yelling) “YOU ARE A MISTAKE—A DAMNED ONE, YOU PACIFIST BITCH.”

  Kairi would begin to laugh at her mother’s weeping face, as she shot her about 20 times in the chest and once in the head, showing her blood spilling out of her body like a faucet but covered in holes, brain matter and intestines spewing out of her body.

  Kairi stood in the room, her mother’s lifeless body at her feet, the air thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder. She looked down at her, her lips curling into a bitter smile as she wiped a splatter of blood from her cheek.

  “Was I a mistake, Mother?” Kairi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did you think you could break me forever? That I would just lie down and take it?”

  She stared at the gaping wounds in her mother’s chest, the bullet holes in her head, the brain matter and intestines spilling out onto the floor. The image was grotesque, but Kairi felt nothing—only a cold, hollow satisfaction that it was finally over.

  Kairi turned away, moving with an eerie calm as she walked down the hallway, leaving her parents’ room behind. She knew what she had to do next. There was no time for hesitation, no room for doubt. She opened the door to her siblings’ room and stepped inside, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what she was about to leave behind.

  She knelt beside their beds, watching them sleep, their faces peaceful and unknowing. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling just a little. “I wish I could have saved you. But this… this is all I can do. I need to finish this.”

  She brushed a strand of hair from her sister’s face, the tears she had been holding back finally spilling down her cheeks. “You’ll be okay,” she promised, though she knew it was a lie. “You’ll be free of this, free of them.”

  With one last lingering look, she stood and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. She moved quickly now, her mind focused on the task at hand. She picked up the phone in the living room and dialed the police, her voice steady as she gave them the address and told them what they would find.

  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly into the receiver before hanging up. It was all she could say. There was no going back now.

  Kairi grabbed her coat and slipped out into the night, the cold air biting at her skin as she made her way through the dark streets. She walked with purpose, her footsteps echoing off the empty buildings as she approached her final destination.

  The alleyway beside Ryuu’s job was dimly lit, the shadows clinging to the walls like dark secrets. Kairi stood at the entrance, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she clutched the gun in her pocket. She had loved him once—so deeply it had consumed her. But that love had turned to ash in her mouth when he betrayed her, leaving her broken and scarred.

  “This is it, Ryuu,” she whispered, her voice carrying a deadly resolve. “You’re next. You’ll pay for what you did to me. For what you made me become.”

  She stepped into the alley, the darkness swallowing her whole as she set her sights on Ryuu’s fate.

  As Ryuu would yawn a bit before walking into the alleyway to throw away the trash that he was ordered to do.

  Ryuu trudged into the dimly lit alley, yawning as he carelessly tossed the trash into a nearby bin. The alley was quiet, almost eerily so, and he barely noticed the faint sound of footsteps behind him.

  As he turned to leave, a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Kairi, her expression cold and unforgiving.

  "Kairi?" Ryuu stammered, taking a cautious step back. "What are you doing here?"

  Kairi didn’t answer right away. She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing as she spoke in a low, chilling tone, "Did you really think you could get away with it, Ryuu?"

  He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "Get away with what? I don’t know what you’re talking about."

  "Don’t play dumb with me," Kairi snapped, her voice sharp and cutting. "You know exactly what you did, and now it's time to pay for it."

  Ryuu’s pulse quickened, panic creeping into his voice. "Kairi, wait... let’s talk about this."

  "There's nothing left to talk about," she said, taking another step forward, her intent clear in the dark glint of her eyes. "This is the end for you, Ryuu."

  He backed away until his back hit the cold, unforgiving wall of the alley, nowhere left to run. "Please... you don’t have to do this..."

  Kairi’s silence was the only answer he received as she closed the distance between them, ready to carry out what she came to do.

  Kairi: (blank-faced) “…”

  Ryuu: (panicking) “I’m sorry, that I made you feel this way..I really do, I understand that I made you feel this way, I really do..”

  Kairi would stand there, unamused as she was sick of all the lies in the world—as she pulled him in for a kiss but instead—chose to slit his stomach with a glass shard that she found in her pocket, revealing his organs on the lower end.

  Ryuu would vomit out his blood, before finally collapsing on the wall of the alleyway, dying.

  Kairi: (sadistically) “May you rot in hell for eternity.”

  Kairi would pour gasoline on him—in order to use the lighter in order to light him on fire.

  Kairi: (eyes deadlier; sadistic expression) “Goodbye my old life…, it was fun for awhile but now it’ll be better to at least embrace this new life of crime..”

  As She walked away from the burning corpse of Ryuu’s, while not looking back and disappearing into the darkness..

  …

  …

  We would transition back to present day, 1969 of June, where the news of the murder of well known businessman, Carter Johnson was murdered shocking millions in the wake of the news.

  Kairi: (smirking) “Next Target is going to be great..”

  Kairi would eye some small fry individuals in alleyway, cornering a woman similar to her— causing her to decide and take care of them, for fun.

  …

  Kairi’s smirk twisted into something darker as she approached the small group huddled in the alleyway. The shadows stretched long, swallowing the weak flickers of light from the streetlamps. The woman at the edge of the group caught Kairi’s eye first—she had the same predatory look, but it lacked the edge, the experience. Kairi knew a poser when she saw one.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” Kairi’s voice was a sickly sweet drawl, the kind that sent chills down spines. “How about I show you how it’s really done?”

  The woman’s bravado cracked, but she held her ground. “What the fuck do you want?”

  Kairi didn’t answer. She was already moving, her hand a blur as it whipped out a blade, the steel glinting under the dim light. The woman barely had time to react before Kairi’s knife plunged into her gut. She gasped, a choked scream catching in her throat as blood poured out, staining Kairi’s hand in dark crimson.

  “See, the trick is to enjoy it,” Kairi whispered, leaning in close as she twisted the blade, savoring the way the woman’s body jerked in pain. “You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet.”

  The other individuals in the alley froze, their eyes wide with horror. One tried to run, but Kairi was faster. She yanked the knife out with a sickening squelch and slashed it across the runner’s throat. Blood sprayed in a wide arc, painting the walls and leaving the victim gurgling, clawing at the wound as they collapsed to the ground.

  “Fucking cowards,” Kairi spat, her voice laced with disdain. “You think you’re tough? You don’t know shit.”

  The remaining people, now paralyzed with fear, began to back away, but Kairi was relentless. She pounced on another, slamming them into the wall with brutal force. Bones cracked under her assault, and she didn’t stop, not until their skull was a pulpy mess against the bricks.

  She turned to the last one standing, a young man, tears streaming down his face as he begged for his life. “Please, don’t—”

  Kairi laughed, a harsh, joyless sound. “Don’t what? Hurt you? Kill you? You think you deserve mercy? I don’t do mercy.”

  With one final, savage strike, she buried the knife into his chest, pushing it deep until she felt it hit bone. She twisted it slowly, watching the light fade from his eyes, her own expression cold and devoid of any humanity.

  When the last body hit the ground, Kairi stood amidst the carnage, her breathing steady, her gaze unflinching. Blood dripped from her hands, pooling around her feet, but she didn’t care. This was power, pure and raw, and it surged through her veins like fire.

  “Next target’s going to be even better,” she muttered to herself, already looking forward to the next kill.

  With that, she wiped the blade clean on the nearest body, pocketed it, and walked away from the scene, leaving nothing but death and despair in her wake.

  Kairi’s gaze lingered on the woman she had spared from death, her fingers lightly tilting the woman’s chin upward. There was a strange, twisted allure in the woman’s defiance, something that called to Kairi’s darker impulses. The woman’s breath was ragged, her body trembling from pain and fear, but her eyes held a fire that intrigued Kairi.

  “You’ve got fight in you,” Kairi whispered, her voice almost tender, a sharp contrast to the brutality she had just unleashed. “I like that.”

  Before the woman could respond, Kairi closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against the woman’s in a forceful, dominating kiss. The woman resisted at first, her instincts urging her to pull away, but Kairi’s intensity was overpowering. Soon, she found herself melting into the kiss, her body responding in spite of her fear.

  When Kairi finally pulled back, she looked into the woman’s eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Name’s Kairi, but you might know me better as Pacifist.”

  The woman’s eyes widened in recognition, fear flickering across her face. “You’re Pacifist?”

  Kairi chuckled darkly, savoring the fear in the woman’s eyes. “Surprised? You should be. But don’t worry—I’ve got other things on my mind tonight.”

  She took the woman’s hand, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got a room nearby.”

  The woman, still dazed and shaken, allowed herself to be led by Kairi, her mind racing with the implications of who she was with. Despite everything, she found herself drawn to Kairi’s dangerous allure, unable to resist the pull.

  …

  The hotel room was dimly lit, the shadows casting long, foreboding shapes on the walls. Kairi guided the woman inside, closing the door behind them with a soft click. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and dark intentions.

  As soon as the door was shut, Kairi pushed the woman against the wall, her lips crashing into hers with a bruising intensity. The woman moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Kairi’s hair as she gave in to the overwhelming sensation. There was no tenderness, only raw, primal passion, fueled by the adrenaline of the night’s violence.

  Kairi’s hands roamed over the woman’s body, rough and demanding, as if she was claiming her, marking her as hers for the night. The woman responded in kind, her own hands exploring Kairi’s form, desperate for the connection, however twisted it might be.

  Clothes were shed in a flurry of movement, tossed carelessly to the floor as they stumbled toward the bed. Kairi pushed the woman onto the mattress, climbing on top of her with a predatory grin. There was no hesitation, no pretense of romance—just two bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust and aggression.

  The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, mingled with the distant hum of the city outside. For a moment, it was just them, lost in the heat of the moment, the world outside forgotten. But reality had a way of creeping back in, and soon, the tension that had been momentarily pushed aside returned with a vengeance.

  As they lay entwined in the aftermath, Kairi’s fingers lightly traced patterns on the woman’s skin, her mind already shifting gears. The woman, breathless and spent, turned to look at Kairi, a mixture of confusion and something resembling admiration in her eyes.

  “Kairi…” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “There’s…there’s something I need to tell you.”

  Kairi’s hand stilled, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the woman. “What is it?”

  The woman hesitated, fear creeping back into her expression. “Before you…before you found me, I…I contacted someone. I didn’t have a choice. It was…Brick Thorne. He’s—he’s coming for you.”

  At the mention of that name, Kairi’s expression darkened, but she remained eerily calm, a slow, sadistic smile spreading across her face. “Brick Thorne, huh?” she repeated, her voice laced with amusement. “Well, isn’t that interesting.”

  The woman swallowed hard, sensing the shift in Kairi’s mood. “I didn’t want to, but I was scared. I thought maybe if I warned him…he’d protect me.”

  Kairi’s smile widened, her fingers curling around the woman’s throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to send a clear message. “You thought wrong, sweetheart,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “And now, you’re going to pay for that mistake.”

  The woman’s breath hitched, panic setting in as she realized the gravity of her situation. “Please, Kairi…I’m telling you the truth. My name is Satsuki. Satsuki Fujimoto. I swear, I won’t lie. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything you want, just…please don’t kill me.”

  Kairi leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Satsuki’s ear as she whispered, “You think I’m just going to let you live after what you’ve done? You think begging is going to save you?”

  Satsuki’s heart raced, her mind frantically searching for a way out. “I’ll do anything,” she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. “Just tell me what you want.”

  Kairi pulled back slightly, her eyes boring into Satsuki’s, searching for any sign of deception. But all she saw was fear, pure and unfiltered, and it bored her. The thrill of the chase, the excitement of the kill—it was gone, replaced by a dull, empty feeling. Satsuki had nothing left to offer her, nothing to keep her entertained.

  Kairi sighed, feigning disappointment. “You know, Satsuki, I thought you might be fun. But you’ve turned out to be a real fucking bore.”

  Satsuki’s eyes widened in terror as Kairi released her, only to grip her arm and haul her off the bed. “Kairi, please…don’t—”

  “Look over there,” Kairi said, her voice cold and devoid of emotion, as she pointed toward the stairway visible through the open door. “See that?”

  Satsuki, trembling, turned her gaze toward the stairway, confusion and fear clouding her mind. “What…what am I supposed to see?”

  Kairi’s grip tightened on Satsuki’s arm, and before she could react, Kairi shoved her toward the stairs. Satsuki stumbled, her feet slipping on the edge of the first step, and she screamed as she tumbled down the stairway. The fall was brutal, her body twisting and contorting with each impact, until she hit the bottom with a sickening crack. The sound of her neck snapping echoed through the empty hallway, followed by a deafening silence.

  Kairi stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the lifeless form of Satsuki Fujimoto. She felt nothing—no satisfaction, no guilt, no remorse. Satsuki had been nothing more than a temporary distraction, a fleeting amusement in a world that had long since lost its luster.

  With a shrug, Kairi turned away, her mind already shifting to her next move, her next target. Brick Thorne was out there somewhere, and if Satsuki had been telling the truth, he was coming for her.

  Kairi smiled to herself, a dark, twisted grin that held no warmth. “Come on, Brick,” she muttered to herself. “Let’s see if you’re as fun as they say.”

  With that, she walked back into the hotel room, closing the door behind her, leaving Satsuki’s broken body to rot at the bottom of the stairs.

  …

  The low hum of conversation in the dimly lit bar was overshadowed by the thick cloud of cigar smoke that hung in the air. Brick Thorne sat at a large, round table near the back, his bulk filling the chair almost to its breaking point. His presence alone was enough to command attention, but it was his reputation that truly inspired fear. The leader of the "Iron Serpents" had earned his place through a combination of brute force and cunning, and tonight, he was in no mood to play games.

  Brick leaned back in his chair, a cigar clamped between his thick fingers, a smirk playing on his lips as he addressed the grunts gathered around him. They were a rough-looking bunch, hardened men who had seen more than their fair share of violence. But even they knew better than to cross Brick Thorne.

  “Listen up, boys,” Brick began, his voice a deep rumble that commanded attention. “We’ve got ourselves a little situation. Seems some bitch named Satsuki thought she could play both sides, tried to cover her ass by warning me about someone gunnin’ for us.”

  He took a long drag from his cigar, exhaling a thick plume of smoke that curled around his face like a serpent. “But that bitch is dead now. I made sure of that,” he added with a dark chuckle, knowing full well that Kairi was the one who had done the dirty work. It didn’t matter to him, though; Satsuki’s betrayal had sealed her fate.

  One of the grunts, a wiry man with a scar running down his cheek, shifted nervously in his seat. “Who’s the target, boss?”

  Brick’s grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth that had seen too many years of neglect. “A name I ain’t heard before—Kairi. Or ‘Pacifist,’ if you believe the rumors. But I’m not the kind to put stock in nicknames. What I do know is that this one’s been making waves, and anyone who makes waves in my territory needs to be dealt with.”

  The men exchanged uneasy glances. The Iron Serpents were no strangers to violence, but the stories they had heard about Pacifist were enough to make even the most seasoned killers nervous. A woman who could take out entire gangs by herself, leaving nothing but bodies in her wake—she was like a ghost, a force of nature that couldn’t be stopped.

  One of the men, a burly brute with tattoos snaking up his arms, spoke up. “Boss, you sure this Kairi’s not just another ghost story? Sounds like bullshit to me.”

  Brick’s eyes narrowed, and the room went deadly silent. He set his cigar down in an ashtray and leaned forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the table. “You think I’m worried about some fairy tale, huh?” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “I didn’t get to where I am by ignoring threats. I got here by crushing anyone who dared to stand in my way. And this Kairi? She’s just another obstacle. One we’re gonna remove.”

  He straightened up, his voice rising in intensity as he addressed the room. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. I want every man on the streets, asking questions, digging up dirt. I don’t care how long it takes, you find this Kairi, and when you do, you bring her to me—alive. I want the pleasure of dealing with her myself.”

  There was a collective murmur of agreement, though the unease was still palpable. Thorne wasn’t blind to it; he knew his men were scared. But fear was a tool, and he wielded it with expert precision.

  “You scared?” Brick asked, his tone mocking as he eyed the room. “Good. Fear keeps you sharp. But don’t let it stop you from doing your job. Kairi’s dangerous, no doubt about it. But she ain’t invincible. She bleeds like the rest of us, and when we find her, I’ll make damn sure she learns that the hard way.”

  He picked up his cigar again, taking another slow drag as he let his words sink in. The room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Brick leaned back in his chair, satisfied that his message had been received.

  “Now get out there and start looking. And remember—failure ain’t an option. You either bring me Kairi, or you don’t bother coming back.”

  The men quickly got up, eager to leave the oppressive atmosphere of Brick’s presence. As they filed out of the bar, Brick watched them go, his smirk never fading. He was confident, almost arrogant, in his belief that no one could stand against him—not even this mysterious woman who called herself Pacifist.

  Once the last of his men had left, Brick leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. He knew better than to underestimate an opponent, but there was something about this one that intrigued him, something that made him eager for the confrontation.

  “Kairi,” he muttered to himself, rolling the name over his tongue. “You may have scared a few small-timers, but you haven’t met the Iron Serpents yet. And when you do, you’ll wish you never crawled out of whatever hole you came from.”

  He crushed the stub of his cigar into the ashtray, extinguishing it with a final twist before standing up. As he made his way toward the door, a sense of anticipation thrummed through his veins. He hadn’t had a real challenge in years, and the thought of finally facing someone who could push him to his limits sent a thrill down his spine.

  “Let the games begin,” he muttered with a grin, stepping out into the night, ready to hunt down his next target.

  …

  The hotel room was quiet, the dim light from a flickering streetlamp outside casting long shadows across the walls. Kairi lay on the bed, her body still humming with the remnants of adrenaline from the night's events. The silence was almost suffocating, pressing in on her from all sides, but she welcomed it. It was a brief respite, a moment of stillness before the chaos resumed.

  She turned onto her side, pulling the thin sheets up over her shoulders, trying to find comfort in the softness of the bed. But comfort was a foreign concept to Kairi—her mind was a battlefield, haunted by memories that refused to stay buried.

  As her eyes drifted shut, the darkness behind her eyelids began to take shape, forming into the familiar contours of a place she had tried so hard to forget. The nightmare crept in slowly, like a poison seeping into her veins, and before she knew it, she was back there—back in that hellish place she had once called home.

  The room was small, cramped, and filled with the stench of alcohol and stale sweat. The walls were bare, the paint peeling, revealing the ugly, mottled wood beneath. It was a place of nightmares, and yet, it was all too real.

  Kairi stood in the middle of the room, her younger self—small, fragile, and terrified. She was just a child, barely old enough to understand what was happening, but old enough to know that it was wrong.

  The door creaked open, and she tensed, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming, but no amount of preparation could ever make it easier.

  “Get over here, you little bitch,” a voice snarled, dripping with venom and malice.

  Kairi’s eyes widened in fear as a large, shadowy figure stepped into the room. It was a man, his face obscured by the darkness, but she knew him well. He was the source of her nightmares, the monster that haunted her every waking moment.

  “No…” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she took a step back. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. The walls seemed to close in around her, trapping her in this suffocating hell.

  The man’s hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her forward. His grip was like iron, bruising her skin as he pulled her close, his breath hot and rancid against her face.

  “You think you can hide from me?” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “You think you can escape?”

  Kairi tried to pull away, her small hands pushing against his chest, but it was futile. He was too strong, too powerful. She was nothing compared to him, just a helpless little girl caught in the clutches of a monster.

  “Please…” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please don’t…”

  But her pleas fell on deaf ears. The man’s grip tightened, and he shoved her down onto the floor, the rough wood scraping against her knees as she fell.

  “Shut up,” he growled, his voice filled with rage. “You’re nothing but a worthless little whore, just like your mother.”

  Kairi cried out as he struck her, the force of the blow sending her head snapping to the side. Pain exploded in her jaw, radiating through her skull, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

  This was her reality—this was the life she had been born into. A life of pain, of terror, of endless suffering at the hands of a man who was supposed to protect her.

  But there was no protection here, no safety. Only pain.

  Kairi’s vision blurred as the man loomed over her, his hands reaching for her, tearing at her clothes, her dignity, her soul. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but her voice was gone, swallowed by the terror that gripped her heart.

  And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The man was gone, leaving her lying there on the cold, hard floor, broken and bleeding, her innocence shattered.

  Kairi curled into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably as the darkness closed in around her. She was alone, utterly and completely alone, and there was no one to save her.

  Kairi bolted upright in bed, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest, the echo of the nightmare still ringing in her ears. She was drenched in sweat, her body trembling as the aftershocks of the dream rippled through her.

  “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, wiping the sweat from her brow with a shaky hand. “Not again…”

  She swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet on the cold floor as she tried to steady her breathing. The room was dark, silent, but the echoes of the past still clung to her, refusing to let her go.

  “Get a grip,” she whispered to herself, her voice harsh and strained. “It’s over. It’s all fucking over.”

  But even as she said the words, she knew they weren’t true. The past was never really over—it was a part of her, woven into the very fabric of her being. No matter how far she ran, no matter how many people she killed, she could never escape it.

  Kairi buried her face in her hands, trying to push the memories back into the depths of her mind where they belonged. But they refused to go quietly, clawing at her sanity, dragging her back into the darkness.

  She let out a bitter laugh, her voice choked with emotion. “Pacifist… What a fucking joke.”

  In that moment, she wasn’t the feared assassin, the ruthless killer who struck terror into the hearts of men. She was just a broken woman, haunted by a past she couldn’t escape, trapped in a cycle of violence and pain that she couldn’t break free from.

  With a sigh, Kairi pushed herself to her feet, crossing the room to the small sink in the corner. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping to wash away the remnants of the nightmare, but it did little to calm her.

  She stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror, her eyes hard and unforgiving. “You’re stronger than this,” she told herself, her voice firm and resolute. “You’ve survived worse. You’ll survive this, too.”

  But even as she said the words, doubt lingered in the back of her mind. How much longer could she keep running? How much longer could she keep fighting?

  Kairi clenched her fists, anger replacing the fear that had gripped her moments before. She wouldn’t let the past control her—not now, not ever. She was Pacifist, and she was going to take down anyone who stood in her way.

  But deep down, she knew that no matter how many enemies she killed, she could never destroy the one enemy she feared the most—herself.

  …

  We would see Ryuji, Mikaela and the rest of police force doing their daily searching for clues they can find on Pacifist, but they couldn’t find anything new or any leads to Pacifist.

  Ryuji: {clearing throat; serious toned} “Alright, we will be here all day so take the time to cleanse yourselves, relax among yourselves and/or continue searching..like your police chief, Yuriko said..if you find the Pacifist, by all means either catch them dead or alive understand.”

  Mikaela: {yawning} “A-Anyways, Move out you slackers..”

  Ryuji would eye Mikaela, as he asked her, “You can go back and relax for a bit more, besides the bureau already funded for everyone to stay in the hotel.”

  Mikaela’s touch was deliberate as she traced slow circles on Ryuji’s chest, her fingers light but purposeful. His breath caught, a mix of anticipation and tension knotting in his chest. He glanced down at her, meeting her gaze—those eyes that held a mixture of mischief and something far more intense.

  Ryuji sighed, trying to keep control, though he could feel it slipping. “Mikaela,” he started, his voice a little rough, “we shouldn’t—”

  “Shouldn’t what?” she interrupted, her voice low and sultry as she pressed closer, her body brushing against his. “You know we’ve both been thinking about this for days. Maybe longer.”

  Her words sent a shiver through him. He knew she was right. The unspoken tension between them had been building, growing harder to ignore with every passing moment. He could feel his pulse quicken as her hands slid up to his shoulders, her touch firm and suggestive.

  Ryuji swallowed, trying to hold onto a shred of his usual restraint. “Mikaela, the team—they’re waiting,” he managed to say, but even to his own ears, it sounded weak, like he was grasping at straws.

  Mikaela’s lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. “Let them wait. They’ve survived this long without us,” she whispered, her voice sending a thrill through him. “Right now, I only care about what happens between us.”

  His resolve wavered, crumbling under the weight of her proximity and the way her hands were now running down his back, pulling him closer. His breath hitched, the logical part of his mind battling with the overwhelming desire coursing through him.

  “Mikaela,” he breathed, his voice husky with need, “we… we can’t just—”

  “Why not?” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear, sending a jolt of heat through him. “What are you so afraid of, Ryuji? That this might actually mean something?”

  He didn’t answer—couldn’t answer—because her lips were on his, capturing him in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. It was like a dam breaking, the tension between them finally spilling over as he kissed her back, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him.

  The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the barriers they’d both held up began to fall away. Ryuji’s mind spun, caught between the intensity of the moment and the knowledge that there would be consequences for what they were doing—for what they were about to do.

  But right now, with Mikaela’s hands tangled in his hair, her body pressed against his, those consequences felt distant—irrelevant. All that mattered was the way she made him feel, like he was coming apart and finding himself all at once.

  When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing hard, Mikaela’s eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something deeper. “Ryuji,” she said, her voice softer now, but no less intense, “this isn’t just about the physical. You know that, don’t you?”

  He nodded, his throat tight. “I know,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “But that doesn’t make it any less dangerous.”

  “Dangerous?” she repeated, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Ryuji, everything about us is dangerous. This world we live in, the choices we make… If we’re going to be afraid of that, then we might as well give up now.”

  Her words struck a chord in him. He knew she was right—everything about their lives was perilous, uncertain. But here, in this moment, he felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time: hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something real amidst the chaos.

  He reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not to this world, not to anything.”

  Mikaela’s expression softened, and she leaned into his touch. “Then don’t,” she replied, her voice steady, filled with resolve. “We don’t have to have all the answers right now, Ryuji. Let’s just… let’s just take this one step at a time. Together.”

  Ryuji felt something inside him ease, a weight he hadn’t realized he was carrying lifting away. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, the tension between them still electric, but now there was an understanding, a shared resolve.

  “Together,” he echoed, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

  For a moment, they simply stood there, breathing in each other’s presence, the world outside forgotten. Then, slowly, Ryuji moved, guiding her toward the bed, their movements deliberate, every touch, every glance charged with meaning.

  As they came together again, the physical intensity of their connection mingled with the emotional depth that had been building between them. It was more than just desire—it was a mutual recognition of the bond they shared, a bond that went far beyond the physical.

  Later, as they lay together, the aftermath of their intimacy still lingering in the air, Ryuji found himself staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. This wasn’t just a fleeting moment, he realized. This was something that could change everything.

  Mikaela stirred beside him, sensing his unease. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “What is it?” she asked, her voice gentle.

  Ryuji hesitated, then turned to face her, his expression serious. “Mikaela, I need you to understand something. What we have… it’s not going to be easy. There are going to be people—situations—that will try to tear us apart. We need to be ready for that.”

  Mikaela nodded, her gaze unwavering. “I know,” she replied, her voice calm but resolute. “But I’m not afraid of what’s coming, Ryuji. As long as we face it together, I’m not afraid of anything.”

  Ryuji felt a surge of emotion at her words, a mixture of fear and hope. He reached out, taking her hand in his, and squeezed it gently. “Then let’s make a promise,” he said, his voice firm. “No matter what happens, we stick together. No more running, no more hiding. We face everything head-on.”

  Mikaela smiled, a small, determined smile that made his heart ache with affection. “Deal,” she said softly. “But you better be ready for whatever comes next, Ryuji. Because I have a feeling things are about to get a lot more complicated.”

  Ryuji couldn’t help but smile back, despite the weight of their conversation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he replied, his voice filled with a mix of resolve and affection.

  As they lay there, the world outside seemed distant and unimportant. For now, in this moment, they had each other—and that was enough.

  As the afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the room, the atmosphere between Mikaela and Ryuji grew charged once again. The brief moments of calm only seemed to heighten the tension between them, as if the fire they had ignited earlier was far from being extinguished.

  Mikaela’s eyes, dark with desire and something deeper, locked onto Ryuji’s. She leaned in, her breath warm against his neck as she whispered, “We’re not done yet, are we?”

  Ryuji could feel the heat rising in his chest, his pulse quickening at her words. He shook his head, his voice a low murmur, “Not even close.”

  Their lips met again, more urgently this time, the kiss fierce and hungry as if they were trying to capture every moment, every sensation. Ryuji’s hands roamed over Mikaela’s body, savoring the feel of her beneath him, the way she responded to his touch with a soft gasp.

  Mikaela pushed him back slightly, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing, before she pressed against him, guiding him back onto the bed. “Let’s see if you can keep up,” she teased, her voice sultry, a playful challenge laced with seriousness.

  Ryuji’s lips curled into a smirk. “I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her down with him.

  The room filled with the sounds of their passion, the intensity of their connection deepening as they explored each other with a renewed urgency. Time seemed to blur, the minutes and hours slipping away as they gave in to the desire that had been simmering between them for so long.

  As dusk fell, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the two of them were still tangled in each other, the heat of their bodies a stark contrast to the coolness of the evening air that began to seep in through the open window. Neither of them wanted to stop, as if they were trying to lose themselves in each other, to forget the world outside and all the complications that awaited them.

  But there was more than just physical desire driving them—it was a shared understanding, a mutual need to hold on to this moment, to each other, as if it was the only thing that mattered. The connection between them grew stronger with every touch, every whispered word, until it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

  The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bed where Ryuji and Mikaela lay together. Their breathing was even, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passion, a silent promise shared between them.

  But as the tranquil scene in their hotel room lingered, a sharp contrast soon erupted in another part of the city—a place where serenity had long been snuffed out by the stench of violence and corruption.

  Kairi Saigeru’s boots crunched against the grime-covered ground as she stalked through the narrow alleyway, her expression twisted into one of cruel anticipation. The pungent odor of filth and decay hung heavy in the air, a testament to the vile operations that took place here. Her senses were heightened, attuned to the slightest movement, the faintest breath of life in the shadows.

  The thugs, a motley crew of degenerate men, barely had time to register her presence before she was upon them. Kairi moved like a force of nature—unpredictable, unstoppable, and utterly merciless.

  The first man, a sneering brute with a scarred face, lunged at her with a rusted knife. Kairi sidestepped effortlessly, her movements fluid and precise. She grabbed his wrist, twisting it with bone-cracking force, and drove the knife into his own throat. The thug gurgled, eyes wide in shock, as blood sprayed from the wound, painting the alley walls in crimson.

  Kairi grinned, a twisted, savage smile, as she relished the sight. “You deserve worse,” she hissed, shoving the lifeless body aside as she turned her attention to the others.

  The remaining thugs hesitated, their bravado crumbling in the face of her cold, unyielding rage. One of them, a wiry man with a tattoo of a snake coiled around his neck, tried to make a run for it. Kairi was faster. She closed the distance in a heartbeat, her fingers curling around the back of his neck before slamming his head into the brick wall with enough force to crack his skull. The sickening crunch echoed through the alley as the man crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around him.

  The last of the group, a hulking man with dead eyes and a permanent sneer, pulled out a chain, swinging it menacingly as he approached her. “You’re a dead bitch,” he snarled, spitting on the ground.

  Kairi’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a smirk. “You first.”

  The fight was brutal and vicious. The thug swung the chain with a fury born of desperation, but Kairi was relentless, dodging and weaving with an almost inhuman agility. She let him tire himself out before she struck—swift, deadly, and without hesitation. She caught the chain mid-swing, yanking it from his grip and using it against him. The metal links wrapped around his neck, and with a quick, brutal twist, she snapped his spine. His body hit the ground with a dull thud.

  Kairi stood over the carnage, her chest heaving with exertion. But her work wasn’t done. Not yet.

  From the shadows, the boss of the trafficking ring emerged. He was a towering figure, built like a brick wall, with cold, calculating eyes that spoke of years spent in this hellish underworld. He was different from the others—calm, composed, a man who had seen it all.

  “Pacifist, is it?” His voice was deep, a rumbling growl that reverberated through the alley. “You’ve made a mess of my operation.”

  Kairi’s smirk widened. “I’m just getting started.”

  The boss lunged at her with surprising speed for a man of his size, a knife glinting in his hand. But Kairi was faster, her movements a blur as she sidestepped his attack and drove her knee into his gut with bone-crunching force. He staggered back, but he didn’t go down.

  The two circled each other, eyes locked in a deadly dance. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the promise of violence. The boss was a seasoned fighter, but Kairi was a whirlwind of chaos, her attacks unpredictable and relentless.

  They clashed again, this time with more intensity, more fury. The boss landed a solid punch to her ribs, but Kairi retaliated with a flurry of strikes that left him reeling. She ducked under his arm, delivering a brutal elbow to his jaw that snapped his head back with a sickening crack.

  The boss snarled, spitting blood, but Kairi didn’t give him a chance to recover. She was on him in an instant, driving him back with a relentless assault. A vicious kick to the knee brought him to the ground, and Kairi wasted no time. She grabbed the knife from his hand, twisting it free before plunging it into his chest.

  The boss gasped, his eyes widening in shock and pain as blood bubbled from his mouth. Kairi leaned in close, her voice a deadly whisper in his ear. “This is what you deserve,” she hissed, twisting the knife deeper, watching as the life drained from his eyes.

  With the final breath leaving his body, Kairi yanked the knife free, letting the boss’s lifeless form slump to the ground. She wiped the blood off the blade, her expression cold and detached as she surveyed the carnage around her.

  Satisfied, she sheathed the knife and turned away, her eyes scanning the rooftops above. Without a second thought, she broke into a run, leaping onto a nearby dumpster and propelling herself upwards. Her fingers caught the edge of a fire escape, and with a burst of strength, she pulled herself up.

  Kairi moved with the grace and speed of a predator, scaling the building in a series of fluid movements. She reached the rooftop in seconds, her boots hitting the concrete with a soft thud. The city sprawled out before her, a maze of rooftops and alleyways bathed in the dim glow of the rising sun.

  Without slowing down, Kairi sprinted across the rooftop, her heart pounding with adrenaline. She leaped from building to building, the wind whipping through her hair as she soared through the air. Each landing was precise, each movement calculated. This was where she thrived—in the chaos, in the thrill of the hunt.

  As she neared her destination, Kairi’s mind was already racing with thoughts of her next target, her next move. But for now, she had to get back to the hotel. She needed to regroup, to plan. The fight was far from over, and she knew that the darkness within her would only grow stronger with each passing day.

  But that was exactly how she liked it.

  With one final leap, Kairi landed on the fire escape of the hotel, her breath coming in short, controlled bursts. She climbed through the window and into her room, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of the fight. She knew she wouldn’t sleep—she never did after something like this. But that didn’t matter.

  What mattered was the thrill, the power, the knowledge that she was in control. And as long as she had that, nothing else mattered.

  …

  She eyed the watch, as she decided to sleep in the hotel’s bed until she could feel like something was a bit off.

  ???: (smirking) “You think you could get away with attacking and killing one of us huh.., little missy..”

  Kairi: (unamused) “..Who’s There.”

  ??? appeared in front of Kairi, from within the shadows of her room.

  Kairi: (eyeing the individual) “who exactly are you?”

  ???: (sighing) “Oh..well I’m Yuna Kiseragi—..”

  Kairi: (deadpan) “Cool.., don’t care so leave..”

  Yuna: (angry) “I was ordered to kill you by Brick Thorne, prepare yourself..”

  Yuna would unsheathe her katana—without warning, she dashed at Kairi who quickly backflipped out of her way.

  Kairi: {jokingly} “I never knew a woman like yourself with voluptuously huge breasts, actually had quite the speed..”

  Yuna: {enraged} “Enough of the small talk.”

  Yuna would start to slash away towards Kairi’s Direction—while Kairi, herself was actively dodging each slash like her life depended on it.

  Kairi would notice a small opening to attack Yuna, as she would quickly attack every pressure point in Yuna’s body—forcing her to kneel before Kairi.

  Kairi: {perversely} “You are lucky that I’m a girl cause if I wasn’t then I’d force you to unbutton my pants and make you lose all that dignity of yours.”

  Yuna would try to force herself to get up—but Kairi took this opportunity to grope Yuna’s Breasts before kissing her forcefully—causing Yuna to moan softly.

  Kairi took this opportunity to carry Yuna onto her bed—as She and Yuna were making love for quite awhile—Kairi would get Yuna to Moan in a climactic manner, as Kairi stared up into the ceiling of the room, she pondered about how much she missed her normal life even if she was abused all her life, she couldn’t help but miss her siblings.

  …

  Yuna would get up and try to strike Kairi afterwards—but she would notice that Kairi isn’t holding back anymore as she tried to slice her eye, however Kairi caught the sharp part of the blade before yanking it and slamming her foot into Yuna’s Stomach—causing her to fall back onto the ground.

  Kairi: {at peace, serious} “You are a terrible bitch, you know.. I feel like breaking you..”

  Yuna would try to run off but she was pierced in the back by her own Katana—causing her to spit out blood.

  Kairi slowly walked upwards to her, as she hacked away and decided to cut Yuna’s Head clean off and throw it in the wall as well as the katana causing it to land perfectly through her head—showing that her face had a fearful expression.

  …

  Kairi would begin to clean her room after killing Yuna—and decided to open the window, dropping the head and body of Yuna Kisaragi about 10 ft from the ground since the room that Kairi was staying at—was on the 2nd floor of the Crimson Lotus Hotel.

  Amid the vibrant scene, Kairi moved like a shadow, her figure slicing through the neon haze with purpose. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept over the lively street below from her vantage point atop a crumbling rooftop. She had just returned from a brutal clash with a gang known for its vile practices. Her hands, stained with the remnants of her recent violence, gripped the edge of the rooftop as she scanned the horizon.

  The massive, dilapidated building stood out in stark contrast to the lively surroundings. It was a fortress of stone and steel, looming ominously in the distance. The Iron Serpents’ hideout. The building's darkened windows were like vacant eyes watching the chaos below, a grim reminder of the danger lurking just out of sight.

  Kairi's lips curled into a sinister smirk as she peered through the darkness. The flicker of street lights cast intermittent shadows across her face, accentuating the cold determination in her gaze.

  "This is where you hide, Thorne," she murmured to herself, her voice a low, dangerous whisper that cut through the night. "A fortress for a snake. I’ve always had a knack for finding the vipers."

  The city’s vibrant noise seemed to fade as she focused intently on the building, her mind already strategizing her next move. The Iron Serpents’ stronghold was now a prominent target on her radar, and she knew that her path would soon intersect with their sinister operations.

  “This is just the beginning,” she whispered to herself, the words lost in the wind. “Time to see where your den of snakes hides its venom.”

  Her body tensed as she prepared to make her descent, her every move a testament to her skill and resolve. The rooftop was her domain now, and she would use it to her advantage.

  …

  Kairi would jump from the hotel’s rooftop to the other building’s rooftop with ease—as it was about 10 ft to get to it, as displayed a unique but unnatural feat by jumping an extremely high distance.

  As Kairi dropped down on the building—she did the same thing that she did to get to the other buildings but on the lower level floors, but one foot at a time to get back to the ground.

  …

  As Kairi launched off the edge of the rooftop, the wind rushing past her, she yelled down at the Iron Serpents' hideout with a fierce, defiant snarl:

  “Hey, Thorne! I hope you’re enjoying your little empire of shit! I’m coming for you, and when I find you, I’ll make sure you regret every filthy breath you’ve taken! You think you’re untouchable? I’m about to show you how wrong you are, you fucking snake!”

  Her voice cut through the night air like a blade, filled with a burning intensity that mirrored her resolve.

  The Iron Serpents' base loomed in the shadows, a grim fortress of rusted steel and crumbling concrete. The building's fa?ade was a patchwork of grime-streaked bricks and shattered glass, its once-grand architecture now a testament to neglect and decay. Neon signs flickered intermittently, casting a sickly, artificial glow that struggled to pierce through the oppressive darkness.

  The air was thick with the stench of diesel and decay, mingling with the faint, acrid smoke of cigarettes and cheap whiskey. The distant hum of the city seemed like a faint memory against the oppressive silence of this grim stronghold. The only sound was the occasional clatter from within the building, punctuating the stillness with an ominous rhythm.

  Kairi crouched low against the rooftop of the adjacent building, her silhouette a dark specter against the flickering neon. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the Iron Serpents’ den, every detail etched into her mind. The graffiti-tagged walls and broken windows hinted at the chaos and lawlessness within, a fitting home for the gang’s vile operations.

  Leaning over the edge, Kairi shouted into the night, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction.

  “Welcome to your nightmare, Thorne! Your rat hole is a perfect reflection of the scum you all are—just a festering cesspool of filth and failure. I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to rip your empire apart, piece by fucking piece.”

  She let out a harsh, cold laugh, the sound cutting through the air like a blade. The base’s grimy exterior seemed to shiver in response, as if recoiling from the threat she posed. Kairi's resolve hardened with every breath, her mission clear and her intent ruthless.

  …

  {Episode End}

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  "Abuse isn't just a broken promise—it's a betrayal of our humanity. It destroys the soul and shatters trust, leaving scars that no amount of time can erase. No one deserves to be a victim of cruelty; respect and kindness should be our only standards."