The dull thud of a body hitting the ground was the only sound in the empty parking garage. Shishiba rolled his shoulder, letting out a tired sigh as he rested his hammer against his shoulder. Blood dripped from its head, pooling near his feet. He glanced down at the mess, frowning slightly.

— Guess I should’ve used the claw end. Would’ve been cleaner.

He exhaled, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a flick of his lighter. Taking a slow drag, he stepped over the body without so much as a glance back.

He wasn’t one to kill without reason, but a job was a job. And this one paid well enough.

As he reached the stairwell, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts before landing on Osaragi’s name. He debated for a moment, then sent a text.

"Job’s done. You hungry?"

He knew she’d say yes. She always did. And after a night like this, she'd most likely use it as a 'goodluck ritual'.

With his hammer slung over his shoulder and smoke curling from his lips, he pushed open the door and stepped out, already thinking about what was on the menu.