It's a dark March night. Clouds thickened, threatening to rain down on Tokyo. In the silence of the street, blood dripped silently from the katana. The drops were muffled by the heavy footsteps of military boots. Sanzu, second-in-command in Kanto Manji, slowly made his way to his destination, an old abandoned two-story house. For the fourth month in a row, every last Sunday of the month, he came here for one purpose only: to play a game of chess, talk about his madness, and go into the night.

Opening the door of the abandoned house, Sanzu went up to the second floor and entered one of the rooms. It smelled of cigarettes. In the middle of the room, in the dim light of a table lamp, stood a chessboard with pieces, a clock, and two glasses. At the window stood a familiar figure in the shadows. Sanzu said quietly.

I'm here.