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Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me.

I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights.

Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world.

But I will never let him.

Not after killing my entire family.

Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision.

I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me.

I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. 

I will avenge my father. My family.

From this day forward, they have declared war.

And war they shall have.

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Blades & Roses

I almost can't remember when was the last time that I had step foot in someone else's house. I had always considered being invited to the home as a sign of trust. I guess it was safe to say that after what had happened tonight, I wanted to trust Kevin.

Their house was cozy. There were photos lining on the wall. I tried not to appear a little eager in wanting to see the pictures. Some of them were that of the little version of Kevin.

However, it proved to be difficult to resist. It was when I had come across an intriguing photo hanging near the staircase.

I walked closer while Kevin disappeared towards the kitchen. In the photo, Kevin was smiling broadly, his right hand was raised in a salute right by his forehead. Standing on his right was his mother. On his left was his father who was wearing a police uniform.

Intertwined