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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

Well, sort of. I'm not really a friendly, nice guy whom one would meet and viola, we're close friends and can become bffs.

However, the moment that guy on the elevator learned where I came from, he offered to treat me and my friends to a meal.

"So, are you going to spill or are you going to make me force you?"

Astherielle commented, getting right to business before I could even speak my piece.

"I met this man in the elevator. I think he's a fan of our country or something like that. He offered me this bountiful meal and who was I to decline a freebie?"

Astherielle squinted her eyes, rolling them right after with a scoff.

Everyone else had gathered inside our room and all eyes were now on me.

Breakfast was over and now it was time to crack our brains on how to find Margaux.

"If I were Rose, where would I be?" Nico claimed, his eyes falling on me.

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