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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

Sirens wailed and the car was at full speed. It was a chase. Something that doesn't happen daily but on some occasions it does.

"What's your status?" the walkie-talkie that I was holding crackled to life.

"He's very elusive, knowing the vicinity quite well. Give or take, he's been around here regularly. But, we're close."

"Don't lose him from your sight. We'll block him on another side."

The street became a blur and the chase went on.

A bank was robbed earlier and the culprit was caught on cam. The customer representative present was too shaken up when we left the vicinity being threatened with a pistol.

But she was able to describe what the robber looked like in detail.

CCTV's in the surrounding area caught him. And now we were chasing after him while he tried to run with a motorbike.

Farewell