Shochu was out in the alleys, setting up his rocket launcher. Shochu wore a twisted smile on his face as he prepped it. Once he finished, he held it over his shoulder with alcohol in his other hand. He was ready… ready to find a victim who will drink, die… or die by drinking. He excitedly walked through the streets, bouncing with every step.

“Hehe he~ Come to meee…~ Let’s have a drink!”

He shouted cheerfully, friendly with a psychotic tone hiding behind it…