Kidnapped

WARNING: violence.

Two foreign men lay on the ground, unconscious and battered. Their limbs were twisted and bent at unnatural angles as if they were deformed mannequins tossed away.

Jiro had just dealt with them, his fists aching from the fight. He looked down at his t-shirt, now stained with their blood, and threw it away in disgust. His tattoos glistened with a bit of sweat, the colors appearing more vibrant in the moonlight streaming through the window.

The dusty apartment was cluttered with damaged furniture and cracks in the soiled walls. There was a faint smell of smoke and mold in the air.