You find yourself taking a knee in the sewer tunnel, your clothes drenched in sewage and your body reeling from the impact of Kuze's metal pipe.

The headlight of the now damaged motorcycle slowly spins toward the both of you, illuminating the tunnel.

After a few moments of silence, Kuze would begin to pick himself up, still gripping the metal pipe. He gives a chuckle.

"Heh... you're making this fun."