The frosty air stung the cheeks of people unlucky enough to be out in the cold. It created a numb feeling to those bold enough to walk during the night.

The Port Mafia was ordered to clean up a bloody crime scene — again. Members of the United Nations, this time.

Akutagawa was draped in a bloody coat, glaring down at the bodies he had left in his carnage. “Another fight against imbeciles.” His sneers under his breath.