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With the dread of impending death, the victim does not blink when his head is cut clean off his shoulders. For over nine years, this tyrant known as the Kabuki-cho ghost roamed the streets as a hired assassins. As quick as the wind, they seem to disappear seconds after the body dropped. Now, it seems that the ghost its self either passed on...or quit working for some reason. Where is the ghost now? Who knows, probably drinking next to you in a bar complaining about their new job at the Yorozuya.

The empty black night was filled with the cooling sounds of blood-curdling screams, the quick and corrupted glimmer of silver separating everyone's necks from their bodies. Death rattles appeared for a fraction of a second before silence held the empty streets once more, even the wandering souls fled the area in fear that they may be next.

The lone survivor was going to bite his tongue right off with how much his teeth were chattering together, running with burning lungs down the empty Kabuki-cho streets with a mind filled with panic and hysteria. It all happened way to fast to even comprehend. His brain shutting down in this state of denial to even accept that it was possible to be that fast and quiet. It couldn't have been an Amanto nor could it have been a demon. He swore that it had to be the makings of a ghost who killed all his comrades. Not even taking 3 seconds to despatch their heads from their necks. No human had the capability of pulling off such a silent task.

The single man made a hard right down a darker than black alleyway and hid behind trashcans that smelled of rot. Sitting still and breathing shallow breaths, he prayed to every god in the world that he wasn't going to be next in line to be cut down.

Blood oozed through his teeth when he accidentally bit down hard on his tongue, hearing the sound of light footsteps crunching down on the gravel. His eyes snapped wide open and he waited with bated breath as the footsteps walked steadily right by his hidden alleyway, not stopping or anything like that. They just faded further down the street until he couldn't hear them anymore. Only then did he let himself breathe once again.

CLICK

The sound of a sword slowly being pulled from its scabbard made his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, ears ringing like a siren was going off. A cold sensation washed clear through his body when he looked over his shoulder and saw it. A darkened figure standing at the very end of his hidden alleyway.

It appeared to be a short-statured woman who stood to be only 5'1, wearing a blue and white haori, a short white dress, and a black scarf wrapped around her neck to hide her nose and mouth. She also had this short, pale-colored blonde hair and these strangely unique ashen eyes that reminded him of a morning after a depressive global fire. Just the sheer emptiness and bloodlust that oozed through those eyes could even make hell freeze over. But if it wasn't the eyes then it was the sword in her hand, slightly pulled out and glimmering under the pale moonlight.

A corrupted silver.

The man lost all composure as fear overwhelmed his senses. He screamed out in utter terror and fled from the alleyway. His footsteps stomped hard against the ground and his lungs burst and burned from the frosty air. He needed to run. He needed to run faster then the devil could follow. He needed to escape or he'll die. He'll die! He'll die! He'll di-

He was forced to slide to a halt when in a blink of an eye, the ghost appeared in front of him, hovering upside down and in the air, body slightly turned to the side to pull her blade all the way from its scabbard. It swung out in this beautifully smooth and clean motion right towards his neck when...everything was swallowed black. The ghost landed on one knee and stood there, blade out to the side and dripping with crimson as the body behind her slumped to the floor. She glanced over to the side and saw his detached head roll over. His eyes were frozen with his last moments, wide with terror and denial.

She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling the splattered warm blood seep into her clothes. The blood was warm, that was a fact, but for some reason, it felt cold against her body. The ghost then came alert to the sound of distant voices, glowing lanterns soon bleeding through the night.

"The scream came from over here!" She could tell that it was the police.

She took her time and flicked the blood off her blade before sheathing it. A second later, she casually turned away and walked back into the alleyway, everything down to her footsteps was silent.

"What happened here!?" The police group of four came upon the scene in seconds to see the fresh slain body, still warm.

"Sir! I think I saw someone go into the alleyway just now!"

The head officer ran to the alleyway and pointed his lamp light into the darkness, but saw nothing.