Xeroism

In the violent underworld of 1969 Japan, a woman known as Pacifist carves her path through blood and chaos. Haunted by a dark past, she moves through the streets with ruthless precision, leaving fear in her wake. As gangs, law enforcement, and shadowy rivals close in, the line between predator and prey blurs. In a city ruled by power and betrayal, survival means embracing the monster within.

Pacifist

The air inside Kayd Arakawa's mansion was thick with opulence and danger.

Kairi led the group through the grand corridors, their movements fluid and silent, their presence unseen but inevitable. The architecture was absurdly extravagant—gold-lined columns, chandeliers dripping with crystal, and deep velvet carpets so soft they muffled their footsteps. But beneath the elegance, there was something rotting—something sick.

Every hallway, every turn reeked of power built on corpses.

They weren't just here to take Kayd down.

They were here to erase his name from the world.

Shatterwraith (Rin) lingered near Kairi, eyes sharp beneath her mask. "Too quiet," she muttered.

Jin, scanning the walls, grunted. "Rich bastards love their security. Bet there's cameras all over this place."

Unknown crushed out his cigarette against the gold trim of a nearby pillar. "Then we better move fast before—"

A faint mechanical hum filled the air. Hidden cameras flickered to life.

—And they weren't the only ones inside.

The Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau's radios buzzed to life.

Yuriko Matsunaga's voice came through, her tone cold, controlled, but laced with the thrill of the hunt.

Armed officers stormed toward Kayd's mansion.

Unbeknownst to Kairi and the others, they weren't just fighting Kayd's forces tonight.

They were walking straight into a three-way war.

Kairi gave a slow nod, her fingers curling into fists as her mind mapped out the best course of action.

"We split up. Two groups," she commanded, her voice low yet absolute. "We clear this place out, floor by floor. We move fast, we hit hard, and we don't stop until we have Kayd's head."

Jin cracked his knuckles. "Sounds like a party."

Kasumi twirled her blade, the dim light reflecting off its edge. "Just don't fall behind."

Unknown, however, scoffed and took a step back. "Tch. I work better alone. I'll keep the pigs occupied." Without another word, he peeled off from the group, disappearing down a hallway bathed in the eerie glow of golden chandeliers.

Kairi and the rest didn't argue. Unknown knew what he was doing. His fists would handle the low-ranking officers.

They moved fast, boots pressing into the velvet carpets, past grotesque portraits of Kayd's twisted lineage. Every step was a countdown to carnage.

Men in tailored suits and dark sunglasses emerged from the shadows of the hallway—Kayd's lesser enforcers. Armed with batons, knives, and bad intentions.

"Kill them," one of the men sneered, adjusting his cuffs like this was just another business meeting.

Her leg snapped up, heel crashing into a thug's jaw so hard his sunglasses shattered. Blood and shards hit the walls as his body twisted in midair before he slammed to the floor.

Kasumi spun her blade in a deadly arc, slicing through a baton mid-swing, her free hand grabbing the attacker's wrist before dislocating it with a sharp twist.

Shatterwraith (Rin) was already moving— weaving through two men at once, slipping between their swings like a ghost before planting a heel into one's sternum and using the momentum to twist into a spinning kick, sending the second sprawling.

Jin, grinning like a madman, grabbed a thug by the collar and launched him down the stairs.

Aiko ducked under a punch and retaliated with a brutal palm strike to the nose.

The fight was fast, efficient, merciless.

Because the moment they cleared the floor, another door creaked open.

And from the grand staircase above—

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the air.

Tragedy Arise