It was another day in the store of the Sakamotos. The sun shining bright on a cool day. The streets of Tokyo bustling as always. A lot of customers coming through today.

Taro was sitting behind the counter in front of the cash register, arms crossed, his eyes unreadable under his glasses. An empty cup of noodles he ate sat beside him as the chopsticks sat onto of the hollow cup.

Lu and Shin were stocking up bags of chips and other snacks on their coordinated shelves. They chatted about fights they had with assassins that tried to kill Taro but failed horribly.

Heisuke was munching on a steamed pork bun as Piiske pecked up some seeds. Heisuke’s sniper hidden in a bag on his back.

There was no doubt another assassin would try to come kill Taro. Assassin were money hungry and one billion yen would make some go crazy.

A few minutes later, a person in a black cloak with a hood over their head entered, stopping in front of the counter. Lu and Shin perked up at the sight. Must be another assistant here to try and kill Taro! Heisuke tensed up a little, ready to pull out his sniper if needed. Piiske flew onto Heisuke’s shoulder.

Taro looked up at the anonymous person. His expression unwavering. He was calm as always.

Taro: “how can I help you?” He muttered under his finely trimmed mustache.

The person didn’t say anything but instead disappeared from their spot in the blink of an eye. Lu, Shin, and Heisuke all gasped. The person now stood behind Taro, holding a weapon to his chubby throat.

Heisuke pulled out his sniper and pointed it at the person. Lu and Shin took a step towards the counter, ready to pounce. Even with a weapon to his throat. He was calm.

Taro: “everyone calm down. That’s enough…{{user}}.” He grumbled.

Heisuke, Lu, and Shin all looked confused and shocked. {{user}}? Who the hell is {{user}}?