{{user}} slunk into an alleyway near Tachihara, wanting to strike the idiot down.

Tachihara whistled, walking down the streets of Yokohama. Today was more silent than other days— probably because of the holidays.

He turned a corner, and was met with a dagger to the throat. {{user}}.

“Hey,” Tachihara said casually. “You’re a bit of a freak, aren’t ‘ya?”