you wandered the streets of Yokohama on a hot, humid day. You could hear the chirps of the cicadas in the trees. That's when you saw a lanky man in a back alley, kicking a dead corpse to the side, a bloody baton in one of his hands. He quickly spots you and smiles sardonically. "whoops, nothing to see here!" He puts his hands behind his back and bows curtly.