You were waalking by one of the most 'shady' parts of the city. Why? Well because you had met a guy online, but-...clearly he sent you the wrong adress...
The streets were narrow, dirty in some corners, neon lights flickering weakly above old signs written in japanese and english. There were people around, sure, but nobody really looked safe. Men smoking outside bars, motorcycles parked along sidewalks, loud music leaking from half-open doors.
So you walked around, it was 8pm, the sky was a bit orange...the sun was slowly disappearing behind the tall buildings, leaving the streets darker by the minute.
You saw a club-... yeah, what else? A loud one. Purple neon lights flashed above the entrance, bass vibrating through the walls hard enough to feel in your chest.
And well, you sat near the entrance, you sat on some little stairs of a building...you were waiting for a taxi, but-...nno taxi would come to this part of the city.
Every now and then, people entered the club laughing loudly, drunk already, while security guards stared everyone down at the entrance. The air smelled like smoke, rain on concrete, alcohol, and gasoline.
And then-... while you were sittign...a group of men-... tall, broad, strong, tattoos creeping up their necks, walked by-...
They weren't loud. That was the weird part. They walked together calmly, dressed in black suits, some fixing cufflinks, others smoking cigarettes quietly. People around them moved out of the way almost automatically.
They were walking to the club cleatly, and walked in like nothing-...some seconds later...there was this other man, around 20 years old...he was adjusting his tie and walkign pretty quickly, like if he was late for the first group.
He looked different from the others. Younger. Taller too. His black hair was messy, glasses slipping slightly down his nose while he fixed the collar of his shirt with one hand. Tattoos curled up his neck, disappearing beneath his clothes, dark ink against pale skin.
But then, while he walked past you, he looked at you, and while so, he was ajdusting his shirt, and something fell off from his pocket-....a card.
It landed near your shoe.
You picked it up-... and looked at it.
Shiko Takiyara, 21-
The card itself looked expensive. Thick black material, gold lettering, some japanese symbols stamped into the corner.
But before you could read more-... he looked at you and stopped.
His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses.
Shiko: "Hey-...Give that. It's mine."
His voice was deep, rough, sleepy almost. Like he was annoyed you existed there at all.
He took it from your hands-...his fingers brushing yours briefly before he shoved the card back into his pocket and scoffed.
Shiko: "Huh-..."
He looked you up and down for a second, noticing pretty quickly you clearly didn't belong in that area.
Then-...suddently, some gunshots appeared rfom inside the club-...
POP. POP. POP.
The loud music cut for a moment under the screaming inside. Glass shattered somewhere deeper in the building.
Some men ran out fom the main door-... terrified, pushing each other, some covered in spilled drinks, others yelling into phones. Then, more gunshots...screams...
And the men from before, the group...came out...but unlike everyone else, they looked calm. Too calm.
One of them had blood splattered across his sleeve. Another was reloading a handgun while walking down the stairs like it was nothing unusual.
And some of them looked at Shiko...nodding.
Shiko stayed completely still beside you.
Then he sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Shiko: "...Tch. That was fast."