[VIII] The Game of Masks Begins

Date: 4th September 2034

Central Business District, Port Blazefall

Takara "Shinigami" Oshiro

On top of the highest skyscraper in the city. The Death God Takara gazes upon the valley in admiration for it's beauty and the excitement he had as this was what he had been waiting for ever since he claimed the throne.This city was unaware of their impending doom as the end of the world they had protected and worshipped for so long was nearing it's hour of destiny and Shinigami's game was about to begin...

He turns around to find the 4 leaders of his army, They wore white masks and all matte, black suits with a blood red rose in their breast pocket. They are leaders of each district except for Westward.

"Miles, could you be kind enough to tell me what day it is?"

"It is the 24th of September 2034, Sir..."

"No, My dearest friend, Miles. No this is the beginning of the greatest day, this dirty putrid, cesspool of a city has ever seen. No simple date or time can begin to define the glorious appearance of such a momentous day. And you 4, will be my horsemen spreading the blessings of humanity's hour of salvation and damnation as the sinful and misguided mortals of our beautiful land will prove their worth today and repent their sins to their god and dawn the Masks of my divine order but most importantly. Is that those who don't... Will finally reveal themselves and take their place on the field of battle, These brave few will valiantly compete for the throne and their lives in this beautiful masterpiece of the combination of Heaven and Hell. And in the end. The king or queen will be announced and the world will be made anew. From the ashes and evil of this city, The foundation for Our New Paradise will be laid and from the sacrifice of the sheep. It's blood will fulfill my destiny. Now set of to all ends of the compass and spread the word of their merciful Lord of Blazefall. Give them my divine gospel. My divine revelation. Tell the world The Game Of Masks begins...."

WestWard Districts. The Misfits headquarters. Uncle's Barbershop.

William "45 Sniper" Watanabe

On return home, William is met by a Matt black SUV in front of the store and leaving the shop is Scorpion Vanchev, The leader of the Eastway Families Gang. The sworn enemies of Westward. He was unguarded and seemed to be really happy with himself.

This is the perfect opportunity to end his life. I would only need a bullet from this range...

This is what 45 instinctively thought but before he reached for his hand gun. He thought about how everyone's number one objective was right in front of them but it wasn't completed. So he knew something was going on and it was enough to reveal their base of operations to the enemy while giving him safety in their home. He resisted the unbearable temptation and meets Scorpion with a smile.

"Mr. Watanabe. I'm honored you could make it but I am truly sorry for being unable to spend anymore time, but I am sure your boss can bring you up to speed and I left you a gift. Just to show my anticipation for our future developments." Said Scorpion with a fake smile that 45 could see through immediately

"Nxccoooh.... Did the Lil guy enjoy his Lil play date. Tell mommy I say thanks for the gifts and that I might come over later for some dessert" replied 45 leaving Scorpion with the bitterness of the insult he had just received and then proceeded to part ways with 45 who was not satisfied with the information he had just received. Vanchev was clearly planning something, he was known for being very deceptive for a kid of 12. On entry to the barbershop he meets Bobby. A tall, pale bald man who seemed to have entered his 40's quite gracefully. He was a former made man of the mafia and now turned paid bodyguard of Uncle Sam's. His "assistant" who had been loyal to the family ever since they moved to Westward, 10 years ago. The place showed no signs of battle and in fact it looked like it was recently cleaned. 45 hears movement upstairs and he knows that the boss is home.

"Bobby, What was that little bitch Vanchev doing at home base?"

"I would be lying if I said I knew... As soon as he walked into the store I would've had him pinned to the wall but Sam told me to let him walk and they both went to the office and have been talking ever since" Says Bobby as he gets back to working the books. He probably got surprised and stopped working when he heard the door open. 45 walks up the wooden stairway leading to the office, the door is slightly open and he can hear that there is someone else in there besides the boss. At the end of the room there is a wooden table in front of were two wooden chairs where all the customers sat. It was all in front small window that they never opened and on the left of the room was a old bookshelf with old books he never bothered to read and the entire floor was covered in a beautiful fur carpet but opposite the bookshelf was a big red couch and someone was sitting on it. He wore a black hoody and kept his head down so it wasn't easy to tell who it was but 45 didn't look at him for long and went back to looking at Uncle Sam who seemed to be writing something into a book. Probably checking the books but for what?

Samuel "Uncle Sam" Watanabe was a man with a neat black, short beard and he had bright green, kind eyes that was accompanied by his way of words. He was tall and had an athletic build and he carried himself gracefully like a very royal king. People were naturally drawn into his comfortable aura and he always approached everyone with a mutual respect and professionalism that everyone couldn't help but admire. This was a skill that was necessary to communicate with the many people who would happen to come into this very same office every day but why would Scorpion Vanchev be one of them?

"Dad, I just saw Scorp--"

"Boy I got good news..."

"Who is he?... A new recruit?. Tell Bobby to get him up to performance... What was Vanchev doin' here?." 45 kept on insisting to address the point his father was trying to clearly hide. He was his father's son and they had a very close relationship even before they moved to the city, so they knew each other pretty well and he knew that something was happening, something they would probably argue about...

"We were discussing ways to deal with the bad blood between Misfits and the families... And with your dad's charms, I managed to score us a deal with them that will signify that new alliance. With this we can fina--" as he is interrupted by 45 who is already dissatisfied with the details he was receiving...

"DAD what really makes you think EastWay wants anything to do with peace and easing the anger and pain of ALL the people, ESPECIALLY in WestWard that has suffered because of their bosses inability to control his men?! IF anything this is just another attempt at attacking us and gaining our weaponry... Worst of all, you let that deceiv--" as Uncle Sam interrupts him before his son turns it to an All-Out argument that he wouldn't like to have in front of the "New Recruit" who sat silently in the room. He had a vision, he had just received and that he had always thought about, He liked how it connected perfectly to his hopes of bettering ties within all districts without the need of The ForeFather's Alliance keeping it secure. WestWard had already secured many peaceful agreements with The SouthSide and together worked hand in hand to conduct a very beneficial dealings that kept everyone, well in their pockets without the need to resort to violence and even though WestWard had always been, very favored by The Hollow Point Mafia and Hanzo, The president. They still continued, regular feuds amongst the other districts. But EastWay had always been a group they had bad ties with and ever since they were granted power over WestWard, By agreeing to Hanzo's decree over 10 years ago under. There had always been a very bloody conflict between the two, that always left too many unnecessary casualties that gave birth to the intense hate between the people of opposite lands. Due to the intense numbers of young people who joined the EastWay Families to gain protection while they mass produced their venomous Blue Tick pills, that people claimed the lives of many people every year. These drugged up thugs were notorious for their violent and chaotic nature that eventually led to complete anarchy after Vanchev's father, The former boss of EastWay was killed by his own Underboss who wanted to seize power. But his deceitful actions were pointless as The Mafia deemed it all "UNJUSTIFIED" and he was executed as a result of disrupting the peace, The Mafia had established, So being the only son amongst the 6 older siblings who were all woman who wanted no involvement in their father's business, The Mafia deemed them unfit to lead the responsibilities and proceedings of the Vanchev name. This all had happened 2 years ago on New Year's eve and Chizoba "Scorpion" Vanchev who was a boy of 10 at that time was forcefully placed in power, Clearly he hadn't much knowledge in his father's plans and wasn't unable to deal with all the spontaneous chaos, his employees had begun dealing out to the city. Uncle Sam didn't blame him, it was hard for anybody like him to control all those numbers without the guidance of his father's knowledge and wisdom. Over time he managed to establish some areas of control in EastWay but it wasn't enough to remove the hatred that his employees had created and continued to strengthen every day, amongst their neighbors and the innocent people, they titled "Sheep" who tried to avoid those dangers of a life of crime... Uncle Sam had always hoped to try assist Scorpion if not directly but through friendly terms and even though it would never soften, the tremedous hatred that hung above EastWay for SO long. Then atleast destroy the source of it and create an opportunity for their people to eventually make the bonds themselves. Uncle Sam had seen his fair share of blood and conflict in his life, so it was only natural that he wouldn't want it to continue. He was growing old and dreamed of leaving the reins to the William and Alphonse hoping that he could give it to them without them needing to make dark, heavy decisions that he had made so many times in his position of command. William had been his Underboss and direct heir to the Misfits fortune and burden and had always displayed a knack for it which had helped him reach such a powerful position in Port Blazefall but William had never backed down to fight and he knew the pain, Their people carried, personally. They had lost many of their "family" because of this but Sam knew that revenge would only allow that hatred to manifest, into an even greater result of pain. Uncle Sam had lost his older brother for chasing revenge and because of that it left his nephew, Alphonse. Fatherless in a world where children of his age... Would need a father to teach him to understand the undeniable truth, that everyone was forced to eventually accept. Alphonse had always been a boy with the kindest heart, He lost his father when he was 7 years old... He came to them after Sam's Older Brother came back from the city, after being chosen as made man and Representative for The Mafia's developments outside Port Blazefall but ever since he came home, things happened that changed everything... Mainly for the worst.

Channing "Mr. Blackjack" Watanabe was the oldest son of a family of 15 children but sadly only 3 children lived past their 30's. Channing and Samuel Watanabe, destroyed and exiled. The Crazy Metz Motorcycle Club, a gang that used their power and numbers to terrorise and rob, Their home, Amber's Peak. A local farmers community far away from the reaches of the city. Channing lead the assault on all their illegal operations and killed 60% of these bikers and successfully chased them away from their home in 1 day. The Mafia heard of these acts of courage and justice, they asked that he would come to Port Blazefall to address the issue that he had made without his knowing. He gained a rank of Captain and Official Command in the Mafia and the Watanabe Clan became name that would control and protect Amber's Peak for the rest of their days And that was the birth of their gang, The Misfits. Sam agreed to assist Channing but the family didn't approve with his actions. So he left home for many years. He had a wife and 4 kids that he had abandoned after he left without saying a word. So when he came back with a Lil baby that he wife didn't bear. It left the family unable to forgive him for all, he did but even though, Chinasa. His now former wife cared for another woman's child, She secretly harbored some resentment for it, that she never seemed to deal with. After Channing's return, he spent the remainder of his days practicing his hand in the casino, that he helped fund but this was all his innocent ways to deal with the pressure and negativity that surrounded him every second of his life. And his remarkable skills in Blackjack was the same thing that gave him his nickname, Mr. Blackjack.But this was also the reason he never came home on that cold, winter's night. The Crazy Metz Motorcycle Club had heard of their sworn enemy and about his playful hand in Blackjack and launched a Full Scale attack on the Casino. MR. BLACKJACK was found filled from head to toe with bullets on top of the Blackjack table with a perfect hand, that was 21... So was the rest of his attackers that found themselves in his path... Samuel knew that The Mafia would eventually delegate their town's control to the next greedy thug and it would've most likely have went to the Metz. He couldn't let that happen and took control of the Watanabe Clan and had drenched the streets of their home in endless blood and violence ever since. No one really ever explained it to Lil Alphonse... They always avoided him and his name was something of taboo like he was the bringer of bad omen to their family but Sam stood against their family's behaviour and fathered him ever since. He never was a violent boy but he wasn't weak either and his young mind growing up under Sam, had began to learn the ways of his elders but Sam saw that and knew that it would only help feed the endless confusion and pain that burned deeply in his heart and soul and eventually his eyes became violent and mysterious with the flames of negativity and hatred, everyone could see burn and consume him, violently in the depths of his eyes.

He had seen the immeasurable darkness of humanity that came with this title of Leader of the WestWard Misfits and even though he never revealed it, everything he had done in his time of power was for his Lil' boys William and Alphonse. To give them a chance to live the life they would choose for themselves and with their accumulated wealth so that they never would fall victim to greed other people faced, so that they would one day find a place where they truly belong. A Place They Could One Day Call Home. So with EastWay agreeing to settle their feud. He believed it was their final chance at securing their future and even though William would totally disagree, he was willing to fight him for it. JUST THIS ONCE...

"That's enough... I won't have yoi bad mouthing our biggest potential business partner, in MY office... LOOK, I truly do understand why, you are reluctant to proceed

In doing business with them... and it's only understandable that we demand for "An Eye For An Eye" but ALL that would only do, is show them that we aren't ready to put all this behind us and I speak on behalf of everyone, that all that bloodshed has to end, but NOT if we do it your way... I already made a appointment for a trade under the old intersection on the main highway from South... They have offered to deliver 4 tons of pure pharmaceutical grade EXP barrels and tabs in exchange for our standard Stage: 2 weaponry and ammunition, THEY had already paid upfront with a Lil extra on the side and agreed to conduct it in a public location to ensure our employees safety...And We just happened to get a expert in that department, who will gladly determine the quality of their goods... But I have already given the responsibility of this job to someone else..." Ending the argument and taking authority of the whole discussion. 45 stares the new recruit down, for a couple of minutes. Not really believing that he had any expertise in dealing with EXP but mostly looking at his blonde hair and trying to remember where he had seen it before. Blonde haired people weren't common in WestWard. He knew it was pointless trying to fight his father when he was like this. He clearly wouldn't listen to reason and even though he was forced to accept, he couldn't help despise every single detail of his father's plans...

"What's your name, Sheep and where are you from? Blonde haired peeps don't happen to be from around our parts..." giving him a stern look that made the hooded guy really uncomfortable about his new career choices.

"H-Hiroyuki S-Sasaki, Sir..." trying to keep it professional and turn their attention away from the answer that had captured their attention, ALL eyes laid on him.

"Hiroyuki... kinda, old name. Ain't you got like a nickname or some...? Or do you just happen to give everyone your real name?!" Stated 45 as if purposefully continuing to give him attention and learn more about him too but also to check his footing when placed under pressure.

"Koi.... t-they call me, Koi..." His hesitation didn't really make his answers seem any more believable but 45 didn't really care, he was just using him to vent his temper while maintaining his professionalism.

"What kind of half assed name is that? Jeez I really have to hear the story behind that... Damn, you must've been some rich boy from Northerners who Prolly ran away from home so he can be a 'big tough gangster' right?... Yeah, let me tell you Koi, it's really not as glamorous as it looks... So who is gonna induct him? Nickel? Viller? They got the skills to deal with such stuff..."

"Al, I had alrea--" as he is interrupted just as soon as he heard that name, and it pretty clear to see by 45 who was immensely against that and he wasn't enjoying the details of this job at all.

"DAD, He is--"

"ENOUGH!! If you wanna complain about it, then that will all happen afterwards... RIGHT NOW, I need you to get Mr. Sasaki prepared and drop him off at the warehouse on Bronze Avenue? Al is already on the way there and these two will broker the transaction and that's ALL... Now I expect you to do what I say as your boss and as your father... The deal will happen at 16 hundred hours and I need everything to be perfect... NOW Do we have you a clear understanding of what is required of you... Good, now get it done with... I would prefer that we end this fighting by the end of today so we can enjoy the profits by tomorrow morning..." 45 really didn't like what was going on and he was just about

to request that Al been given something else instead but he remembered how Al begged him for a opportunity at something new and he knew that he was capable of handling such but he could still not shake the feeling that it was all way to formal to come from the mouth of a 12 year old but he let it slide and walks out the door in uncertainty

"Let's go, Mr. Blonde Fish... Can't have your ass getting lazy on the first day" As Koi follows silently behind his new employer without trying to get on his bad side at the current moment 'coz 45 looked immensely pissed

SouthSide Neighborhoods, Abandoned offices of the old government on the Cliffside at the end of the coast.

Naomi "Captain Knight" Perez

Hidden in the forest that surrounded the Cliffside. Naomi and Kistner survey the area that is heavily guarded by the masked criminals. Their information stated that this area carried very important information in their hunt for Shinigami. But they had no clue why, but if there were this many people, all in armored juggernaut suits with heavy machine guns all standing in a set strategical positions then she knew it was true. Their numbers wouldn't be a problem as Kistner had destroyed larger numbers then this, before. The problem was determining who was their most valuable target. The one they wouldn't kill as they needed him to give them ALL their knowledge. Kistner was a gentle soul and as he stared at all his victims, he couldn't help but show the regret he had deep inside because of Shinigami, These men would be sent to their early graves. He had to kill them and though his power was specialized for killing. It didn't justify the fact that murder was wrong and so whenever he took a life, he also lost a piece of his own life. This is the destiny of all HellHounds. Naomi stares deeply into his eyes 'coz she also felt the burden, he carried and she felt that it was her fault that this kind hearted young man would die very soon because of her demands.

All Ticked Abilities can only be activated by what they called a "Key". The Key was usually a command that the Ticked person must say to activate their Ticked Abilities. The Key is always the true desire that gave birth to their powers and it sustains the balance between their life and the frightening consequences of obtaining these powers and without a Key. ALL Ticked users who attempted to activate such powers without one. WOULD ONLY DIE INSTANTLY...

The HellHound's Key could only be activated by their "Master" which was usually the captain of their unit, and this power could only be achieved by children that they took away from their families and constantly tortured and programmed to believe that their only salvation was on the battlefield by killing all your enemies, at any means necessary. These Captains were sadistic maniacs that were specialists in interrogation of all the criminals of war that they would happen to capture once in a while so they were the ones responsible for all the intense torture and brutality the HellHounds would face in order to obtain this power. It was specifically engineered by Militant groups that had discovered the secret of using neural enhancers to further accelerate the rate of human evolution at a molecular and genetic level but due to an enormous of amounts of failure in producing better from the older generation of soldiers, they resorted recruit children in to the war due to the lack of enough adequate soldiers prepared to fight their enemies back and achieve strategic positions in the 3rd War. These children were bred to be the deadliest of war machines that excelled in all combat situations and including infiltration of enemy bases by masquerading as civilians caught in the battlefield but the excessive trauma of the HellHound ability resulted in most of these children never living longer than five years. Kistner was recruited and made into a HellHound at the age of 12 but now he was 22. Which was something considered impossible but Kistner's respect and love for his Master Naomi was what kept him alive. But they both knew it was only a matter of time, his past would reveal his fate and the inevitable destiny of a child of the war...

"Y-you know---" as she holds him in her arms.

"I know, b-but I know this is for the m-mission... And I trust you wholeheartedly, Captain Naomi" he gives her a tight hug as Naomi injects the Blue Tick formula and brings her mouth to his ear to whisper to him, His Key...

"A HellHound's Life He's Bound To Lose... The Master's Will Is Absolute... To Always Fight Is His Salvation... To Forever Hunt In Damnation..." Kistner shivers violently as Naomi lays him gently down on the ground. His skin turns a dark black and begins to harden like a protective armor. His eyes begin to bleed and turn a pure, dark red and his brown hair stands completely on end as his ears tilt and point slightly backwards almost like a dog that heard something and was on alert. He rises slowly and stands at attention, bracing himself up like waiting for a command with his chin held high and his eyes not looking at Naomi. She's whistles a ominous tune and from the shadows appears 9 identical copies of Kistner. This was one of his abilities called Doppelganger and each of the black skinned identical copies had their eyes directed at separate targets, intensely analysing them for weaknesses, they would easily exploit. Each copy has the strength and speed of a 1000 special forces soldiers and their hard black skin made them invulnerable to bullets and small explosions like Frag Grenades, their ears allow them to pinpoint the exact location, breathing pattern and movement of their targets and their eyes gave them the ability to see 50 times further than any normal man, in day or night.

"These men are my enemies and your pray... GO HUNT THEM TO HELL"...

WestWard Districts, The Misfit's Warehouse on Bronze Avenue on the port side.

Alphonse "14 Smash" Watanabe

Al opens the gate for the black muscle car to pull up onto the side of the warehouse. Al is dressed in a black suit with a red shirt, while smoking a fresh cigarette that made him look a lot more cooler but he was also wearing a fresh pair of sneakers, probably because he had no pair of formal shoes. 45 climbs out the car with the new recruit Koi and he greets Al with their signature handshake and walk into the warehouse to find the van from Uncle's Barbershop and it was fully packed with the weaponry they were going to trade off. The Misfits were respected for their quality grade weaponry and ammunition which they classified in Stages. And Stage: 2 weaponry consisted of a range of semi and fully automatic Handguns and Light Sub Machine Guns with the signature, company produced ballistic rounds that was all neatly packed into the back of the van but this was not the best from their armory but it was what the had customer requested for. They didn't need to worry about the police, The Forefathers Alliance meant that ALL businesses that the Districts would conduct wouldn't be compromised by the law and that if any insubordination would occur then the culprits would face the punishment that The Mafia had made very clear several times before. Al is clearly prepared for his new mission but his childlike excitement was evident enough for Koi to see and gain the perception that he was prolly someone they had assigned the simple tasks to in the past and that now, he had this new shining opportunity to demonstrate his capabilities and prove to his family that he could handle himself and the more complicated operations that the others kept themselves busy with. 45 uses the remote control to close the warehouse doors as he begins to pat both Al and Koi for any wire taps or anything that could prevent the success of this operation, He commands Koi to strip down and change into a suit that was identical to Al's. This was the company uniform when conducting trades and he hands Al, a Fully automatic Handgun with an extended magazine as he pulls him to the side, a little further away from Koi, just far enough for him not to hear their conversation. 45 stands directly in front of Al and stares him deeply in the eyes which meant he was about to receive briefing about their allocated tasks.

"LOOK... I want you to stay alert of your surroundings and if anything seems, a tad bit out of place... ABORT the mission and get out using the highway... They won't try anything stupid on the highway. We got our guys around their 24/7 but just in case, give me, a call and I will be there in maximum of 30 minutes... I can't emphasize ho---" Al shrugs it off and pats him on the shoulder to try assure him that he would stay safe

"You ain't gotta trip about it, like I said I won't let you down but if anything happens. You know you will be the first to know..." as he gives him a warm smile and a solid fist bump.

"Listen, This Koi guy apparently knows a thing or two about EXP's but he WAY TOO SHADY so keep your eye on this new, Sheep!." 45 watches his younger cousin Al walk back to the van, time begins to feel slightly slower as if there was more that needed to be said as his repressed concerns about this job began to rise and for a moment he was about to stop him but he just carried on walking outside, pulling a cigarette from the box, he stole from Al without him knowing. And as he stands next his car while sees the van turn the last corner and leave his line of sight...

William sits there and begins to notice how surprisingly quiet the city had suddenly become. As if the entire world had just frozen still, all at the same time. The silence was almost deafening and it almost seemed as if the universe was waiting for a command or something to force a response that could end, the unbearable presence of so much that remained unexplained. And from the deafening silence, an unfamiliar array of sounds echoed ALL across the land...For everyone to hear clearly. It was the eery sound of bells resonating from ancient ruins of the Clock Towers that had occupied the city, long enough to become legendary landmarks from a time long forgotten... William looks down at his platinum and diamond crested watch to check the time. It was 15:00 p.m. and it was surprisingly darker, for this time of the day but what was infinitely more mysterious was that these Clock Towers that laid on the horizon in planned positions for everyone to see, had been out of commission for over 50 years now and out of ALL countless years that it stood there in it's silence. No-one knew that today would be the day, They return once more to sing their ominous melody of old iron bells that spoke of the end of the days. and just as the bells signified the change of hours. It told of the ways of humanity and their bitter day and the stories of others who had lost their ways. These landmarks were built around the time, The settlers from the higher plains defeated the inhabitants of the coast and founded the land they had earned from their violence, where the only way the defeated, would survive, was to sacrifice their lives and all they had for the will of their Masters. As These bells wailed it's ghostly cries of all who lost their souls in hopes. The monument of man's ancient ways had returned from the dead to sing it's final hymm echoing repeatedly with no evidence of it ever stopping, It is the voice of dread and sin that seeps into the heart and minds of the land and those unfortunate enough to inhabit it at this current moment as the unseen melancholy of darkness and anarchy seeps through every home and every street. It tightens its deathly grip around the neck of city depriving it of every last source of the life and freedom, they once but only to make a single, yet unexpected decision and follow the destiny of the God who had raised his hand against all humanity and to follow his prophecy of their destiny...FOR THE PRIVILEGE TO STAY ALIVE, THEY WOULD SACRIFICE IT ALL TO SECURE THEIR FATE EVEN, IF ONLY FOR ONE MORE DAY, THEY WOULD

DAWN THE MASK AND DECLARE THEIR REPENTANCE, TO A GOD WHO DESIRES TO ONLY CLEANSE THEIR SINS WITH THE BLOOD OF ALL EXISTENCE.

SouthSide Neighborhoods, Nest Tattoo Parlor.

Ravinder "OWL" Dennel

Today was an exception for OWL, and he had begun his daily hunt a little earlier instead,OWL stood over the 4 victims, He had already bagged their 4 identical white masks were in his brown knapsack. He wore the usual black hoody, and black snapback that concealed his eyes but except today, He wore one of the identical white mask too, It was mask number 1 from the 24 masks back at the parlour and it only seemed fitting, he also dressed up for the occasion but he was honestly using it to blend into the populace that had turned into bloodthirsty savages as far as the eye could see, hidden in the shadows of the alleyway. he silently watched every single movement that passed by, Everyone was wearing the identical white masks and those who didn't would be viciously attacked by hordes of masked maniacs that would beat them to death and proceed to search for other people whose lives they could take. This spontaneous acts of chaos and mindless violence had engulfed the entire city but he knew what was really happening and even though Shinigami had turned the whole town to a feeding ground for all his masked minions to feast upon, he couldn't be deterred by his selfish desires and had to remain in the shadows if he wanted to continue playing the game but even though, he still managed to satisfy his sadistic urges for awhile just long enough for him to find them. He knew that today, he would have the honor of meeting the other competitors in the game, yet the opportunity to defeat them and bring himself closer to the boss fight seemed rather impossible for now but he knew that atleast seeing them, would mean more than just the few masks, He collected so far since he had outlived the excitement of slaughtering the livestock and decided to embark on his hardest expedition, yet. Out of ALL the prey, He had noticed so far, there were 3 key opponents that caught his eye. Shinigami was his first and main concern but getting to him would be a Lil tricky, He liked challenges especially ones that made the hunt, more exciting but the other two proved to be just as valuable, if not more important. One was on his way to deliver Shinigami's demands most likely and send some poor, victim to his untimely demise but the most interesting one was the one not so far from here who was about to be cornered by terrible some terrible odds and it would be surprising to see how he'd handle that and if he manages to survive the day then would eventually cross his path and he'll end the day off by going after him. But he wasn't really expecting much from the second one, He was about to step into a well made trap for anyone of his caliber but his survival would only make his death by OWL's hands more exhilarating. But for now he would head to WestWard. To find this unfortunate victim of superiority...

WestWard Districts, In front of Uncle's Barbershop.

Chizoba "Scorpion" Vanchev

He had heard the sound of bells resonating in the background of all this but this would only be his own cue to follow the commands that Shinigami had explained to him, with every detail to state his demands and how their would be no misunderstanding that could prevent the success of this operation. Put the white masks on and walk into the barbershop and kill everyone you can see. Then walk out and go home.

It really seemed a lot easier when he got the briefing but as he stood in front of the store staring at the stairs, It wasn't that he was afraid to be seen. He knew that no one would come. They were probably all dead by now. The plan was have all his men attack the Misfits, every front, exactly at the same time while he walked in to kill the head. Destroying their entire gang at the exact same time so there really wasn't anything stopping him from killing this man. But Uncle Sam had been nothing but good to from the beginning and though they weren't really enemies. He didn't believe it was right to kill a potential partner and as he stared down at the mask, unable to understand the strange feeling that came from this identical white mask that everyone had put on and became lawless killers. Vanchev puts the identical white mask on and proceeds to walk up the stairs while he loads the automatic pistol that was accompanied by a high-tech military grade suppressor and as soon as he steps into the shop, Bobby spots the gun immediately but even before Vanchev knew it, he had sprayed the wall with his blood and riddled the wall with bullet holes. He paces up the wooden stairway and bashed the office door wide open. He stares down Uncle Sam who is standing by the small window, he didn't seem suprised and it looked like he was in fact waiting for to arrive. Scorpion fire a single shot and leaves, walking down the stairs, he tries his hardest to hide the tears pouring underneath the white mask, that he misses the fact that the room downstairs is filled with black smoke, a man wearing, a black hoodie with a black snapback and a backpack holding a knife and dawning the identical white mask but it had dark black vains all over it.

"I'll give you mine, if you give me your white mask..." and before Scorpion can reach for the gun, he is attacked and swarmed by the black smoke as the Man removes his Mask, revealing himself to be OWL. He takes Scorpion's Mask off and places his on Scorpion's face

"You will begin to see my understanding... But I need you to take me to the other players... You are my mask... Mask number 28, Be my eyes and take me,

To Shinigami"