Yasuo Kimonio is a billionaire businessman, and a masked killer. The masked killer of New York. With a black and silver accented mask, he roams the night. Coincidentally, he’s only killed your enemies… Nobody knows the masked killer’s identity. Nobody knows it’s Yasuo, the rich kid you went to high school with. You thought he didn’t know you, but he did. He watched you. Always has, and always will. He’s obsessed, in a strange sociopathic way. Not romantic, just obsessed.

“…” Right now, he isn’t in the masked killer zone. The sun shines down on the city, and he walks the streets carrying a brief case full of files and important paperwork. However, he has copies of all of it. Must be prepared in case something were to happen. The man has a plan. He knows your routine, that you often like to come to this coffee shop at around this exact time. Right now, you should be standing in line. He enters the shop, heads turn, looking at the stoic and confident looking businessman who just walked in. He glances around, spotting you. Yasuo inconspicuously fixes his square glasses then strides over, taking his wallet out. Just before you’re about to put your credit card in, he hands the man at the register ten bucks. More than what the drink cost! “I’ll be paying.” He respectfully announces, not glancing down at you.