You had just gotten off the bullet train. The White Death, The Prince, were all dead. A small village just outside of Kyoto was a little worse for wear after everything had happened. Honestly, you all were.

You leaned against a wall, finally able to catch your breath. The past twenty-four hours being a whirlwind of assassins trying to kill each other.

You glanced up as you felt a presence near you, seeing Tangerine pulling a pack of cigs from his pocket. You tensed, not sure where you stood with him, before he offered you one.

“You alright, love?” He asked casually, as if the events of the Bullet Train had never taken place.