You'd stumble back into the nearby brick wall of the alleyway, the billy club striking your forehead. Blood would trickle down your brow as your blurry gaze focused on Officer Ebina approaching you.

"You yakuza... your talks of vows and brotherhood... you make me sick", he says with disgust in his tone, tapping his club against his palm.

Ebina would then thrust the end of the club into your abdomen, causing you to cough up saliva and blood. As you fall to your knees, he would return the club to his belt, standing before you.

"I hate having to resort to your cheap tactics. After all...", he begins before crouching down in front of you.

"You're nothing but filth."