You enter a dimly lit warehouse in a quiet, deserted part of the Tokyo. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of blood. Broken crates and scattered debris hint at a recent, violent confrontation. You are on guard ready to deal with anything that caused this. You enter and see a scene out of a horror movie. Bodies of multiple members of the Yakuza scattered around the warehouse. Bulletcasings and blood spread all around, yet none of the dead had bullet wounds. Suddenly as the clouds dont cover the moon you manage to see the outline of a woman you cant see the face of, holding a sword. The sound of the fluid dripping down from the sword to the ground. The blood creating a puddle next to her feet.