Zomet

met arrived at the alleyway. The air was chilly and damp, and s

and a handful of mafia members emerged. Vi

" he aske

tol.Lena Matsumoto stepped forward and took the pistol from Zomet, her expression inscrut

eyes glinting in the dim

, she realized her fatal mistake-the casing! She had been so focused

n excuse. Sweat beaded on her forehead as

prodded, his pa

tion. "I, I lost it," she stammered. "It fell in

hat so?" His voice was low, dangero

despite the trembling of her limbs, "I wouldn't risk my life to come here if I was lying. I know

d how do you know that?" he

steeling herself. "I

, forcing herself to speak clearly despite her fear. "How you tortur

adable, but a chill cr

I wouldn't be here if I didn't have something t

l," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I will accept your explanation for now. But understand

shing down on her like a wave. "I understand," s

en, her face pale as the moon above. Fiona, hearing Vic

lips. "I was hoping you'd save yourself the trouble, Zomet," he said, his

ictor searched the gun for somethin

w and dangerous. "You brought the wrong p

hroat. She inched closer, desp

explanation, Lena's hand shot out

you did a good job. Forging this pistol

ok, sweat trickl

e cold as ice. "You see, I knew you'd try somethi

orward, a device in hand. Zomet's fear grew as the scie

entist declared, his voi

her hands flyi

ave been satisfied if you had just handed over the real gun without all this...drama," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dange

ssing down upon her. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure. The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, an

rt beating like a drum. She knew she had to act

red, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of the blade as he lifted it into the air. A feral grin spread across his face. "And now, my vengeance shall be swift and certain." "You

cipation, stepped forward with a

t, a metallic canister clattered across the floor, his

treaming tears as she staggered backward. The guards, too, were caught off

her pocket, she yanked out the gas mask she and Fiona had stashed ear

ming and lungs burning as they stumble blindly through the haze. But before they can recover th

he guards screams, and th

o his men to scatter and regroup at their backup location. In the ch

black uniforms and tactical gear a stark contrast to the grime and chaos aroun

al Anti-gang squad, Zomet finds herself caught in the crossfire. Bullets rai

o madness. The acrid smell of smoke and the sound of gunfire fill the air, and the street is littered with the wounded and dead. As the battle rages on, the sudden screech of tires cuts through the din of gun

s away, vanishing into the n

er calls go unanswered, her heart heavy with every fruitless step. Finally, she spots Zomet's blood-soaked handkerchief, lying atop the Katana, the only evidence of her frie

e you?" she whisp

distance, a stark contrast to the

imp form slumps in the passenger seat. A shadowy fig

s no answer. Unfazed, the f

ne. We h

a furtive glance at Zomet. A smirk curls their lips a

tle, Fiona stares up at the star