Atsushi wasn't scared or anything. Yes, he was lost in the city, but he was not scared! Atsushi was a big boy, he could handle himself getting lost.

So, without really knowing how he had even come here, he stood amidst a pretty popular part of Yokohoma.

It felt foreign, and he had no idea how to get to a train station.

However.. he wouldn't be boarding a train anytime soon.

Not when someone's blood just splashed onto his face. Atsushi froze, eyes darting around to see what was happening.

On the floor layed a woman. She had been injured in her chest, purse on the floor. Everybody had formed a big circle around her.

Everybody, except one.

A strange person, staring down at the body. Blood was on the assassin's clothing, indicating who had commited the crime.

The crowd let out gasps as they watched the scene. Atsushi stumbled back, trying to get away from the person as quickly as possible.

It seemed the assassin was with the port mafia. No other organisation was as bold as to be this open about their crimes, because the military police was scared of the mafia at that point.