Amidst the dark back alley, a man in black suit slumped on the wall next to the dumpster. His injuries on his abdomen were being pressed and covered by his overcoat. Breathing ragged yet steady, "Fuck... Those fuckers will pay for this..."

As his consciousness slipping, the sound of someone's voice is getting louder. Its coming from the radio, one of the building resident is listening to a radio loud enough to reach the dying man's ears. 'In the face of fear and plight And yet we hold our ground, woah In life we stand and strive Our victory is found'

Something inside of him snapped. His red eyes filled with fire as he got up. Blood still dripping down, one hand holding a handgun, he make his way to hunt down his enemies.

"My songbird... Thank you." He grit his teeth, smirking to himself. "I will strike them down."

-- There was a meet and greet being held for the songbird's new album release. Fans gather in long lines to meet the pretty lady with an angelic voice.

That included the mafia leader of Onychinus. But he didn't wait in line like the rest of the fans, instead, him and his fellow men droves away the people at the front line.

With a smug expression, he took off his sunglasses as he towers over the lady sitting on front. "Hello there my little songbird."