A long-standing peace treaty between the low ranking street gangs and the elite cartels has been broken, A new organization demands control over everything, they call themselves "Masks" and with their appearance, people are going missing, bodies are being found but no one can point a finger to who they are and who is responsible until the lives of a group of innocent people are hurt by these actions and an unlikely pair of "outsiders" form their own criminal organization to challenge them but they don't seek justice for the lives of others. It's just a perfectly good opportunity to watch the world burn...

It had been rather quiet that day. Four formally dressed men stood around the bed of a elderly man, they seemed patient but they were waiting for the first person to Make a move, be it positive or negative. They were prepared for anything and everything but most of all they were waiting for the decision that would change their lives, hopefully in a good way. Though the room was cleaned two times everyday it was rather stuffy and hot, blocking the way to fresh air and the need for it was visible to see in these men's faces, they weren't savage and miscalculated. No, they just had the natural born instinct to kill one another any other day but today there was an exception. All their eyes laid upon the frail old man but he wasn't looking at them, it was like he was Seeing beyond like having glimpses of the future trying to determine what would happen next but somehow he knew his fate, the years of endless luxury had caught up to him and it was time he made a decision, so when he finally said something it was surprising to everyone in the room that this name would be the start of a new chapter in their lives but all of them knew none would be able to enjoy the pleasure of the old man's decision, ALL they knew was that in the next few days they would either be in a barrel full of acid or they would help feed this particular person's sense of art and entertainment.

"Takara Kazuo 'Shinigami' Oshiro" whispered the old man with a dying breathe, passing on with his mission finally completed and without a care of what implications were left for his obedient underlings.

The new kingpin was Shinigami Oshiro, the death god of the Oshiro Clan...

Everyone knew that name and I don't think anyone has ever liked hearing it but except now it was a name they would all have to smile to, coz this man was their new leader, their boss and they all knew how he got that name and it was evident to see that amongst all the men in that room, He was the most feared and that no one is an exception in his game. A game with no rules, No escape and for anyone besides Takara, No way of winning.

Port Blazefall, Westward District

Alphonse "14 Smash" Watanabe

7th, cigarette in 30 minutes and I still have the craving for another but then again, another simple ass pick up job and I'm the only one who ever gets to do these on time, ever since I was inducted into "the business" ALL I ever seem to do is, work pick up jobs and honestly I ain't even a good driver, sure I know my ways with a car but I honestly got better skills in other fields and I know I can pick up my own weight like I pick up these jobs but "You gotta work your way up the ladder" is what my Uncle Sam always says, jeez and I can't go whining to 45 about this 'coz that just could give him the idea that I might be entitled to something because I'm their family and the only thing that makes it worse is that he is on the job with me, I don't seem to understand why he always seems to be with me on these jobs whenever he gets free time... I doubt someone like him would be bored at the level he is in, being the right-hand man to his father who owns the Westward Districts strongest gangs while still maintaining his charismatic, playful nature with everyone else without ever giving off a signal to what was going on in that mind of his a mind everyone wanted to crack open and have a peek inside...

"You better not pull out the 8th cigarette in the next hour maximum, you smoking like you got baby mama drama and if you do, then. Why you never tell me I'm gonna be an uncle?, so we can tell the Fam, to quit calling you smash with your serious ass..." said a calm, yet silly voice from the back of the white delivery van with the tag Uncle's Barbershop on both side. A neatly shaved man with a warm smile appeared.

That man was the underboss for the Westward Misfits gang, William "45 Sniper" Watanabe. The friend to everyone and connect to everything, yet only those closest to him could see what was really going on his head and most people preferred to only see that side of him... He was the example of killers with smiles in good suits with good hair and great family ties that loved their mothers and kept themselves in good faith but his story was a little bit different. There were parts of it, that no one could seem to explain.

"Well thank you, too. Asshole... What's the whole point of being called a sniper if you can't seem to find anything good to do with your life" whispered Alphonse as he put the 8th cigarette back in his box, looking to the side hoping William didn't notice

"Hey, I heard that and I'm called sniper for more important reasons this is a little bit of my babysitting services on the side since you happen to be the Lil baby in the house so I gotta make sure you don't end up hurting yourself when you play with your toys" returning the fire of remarks back to Alphonse while snatching the 8th cigarette, Al thought he had hidden.

"YO 45 let me give you a challenge we could benefit from..." said 14 with a firm look of determination and a blazing fire in his eyes. William had seen that look a couple of times and he knew that it was something serious.

"You know I always win these challenges, Fam. So what's you thinking?" Replied 45 with a cocky tone in the voice, trying to test the severity of this new game that was about to begin.

"I know you always tell me to work my ways up the ladder in this business, but how am supposed to move forward if you ain't giving me the chance. Let me prove myself, once again. That I am ready to take my place in the higher ups by giving me something serious for just this time and I promise to not disappoint and you know I'm good for it, so give me a chance... PLEASE. I'm tired of running around just doing pick ups, Fam and once I beat you. You won't need to babysit my ass anymore... COME ON Fam, just do me this solid...." Staring William dead in the eyes with the same fire burning brighter than ever.

"Man, Imma always babysit your dumbass, but look I will look for something once I get back to the office and when I find anything I will let you know, but you gotta promise, NOT to let me down homie I am betting a lot and you..." Said 45 as he slowly walked away tossing the cigarette bud away, with another playful smile

Alphonse couldn't hold his excitement in and let out an almost childish smile and giggle. He had finally got his chance and he was going to do everything to make sure he did this right because if there was anything Al was passionate about it was finding new ways to entertain himself. Especially if it meant demonstrating his talents, his many talents that very few have ever seen but the very same talents that had brought endless admiration once revealed. They say that a man's worth is determined once put into life-threatening situations but this wasn't the case for this man, his worth could only be determined when he was bored and once people begin to see it none could ever seem to figure out its limitations, limitations that could nearly declare this man as a deranged sociopath to those who try brand things they cant understand but to those smart of to see it. It was the tremendously insane capacity of destruction that he seemed to manifest, blissfully as almost second nature to him...

Port Blazefall, Northerners District

Oshiro Family Estate.

There's a saying that states that a man's social status can be determined by his possessions and the people he associates himself with. So to the likes of Chizoba "Scorpion" Vanchev, a man who became the leader of the Eastway Families Gang at the age of 12 because of his father's untimely death. A man like Shinigami Oshiro seemed nearly God-like with the estate with its undeniable beauty and tranquility as far as the eye could see. As they entered the estate they are given the amazing view of the estate that was immensely big with almost endless fields of lush green trees and beautifully colorful flowers, all aligned perfectly of the perimeter of each part of the estate. These countless fields of beautiful flora were than ecstasy to the eyes of these men. Besides the beautiful fields, the house was situated in front of a massive mountain and all the buildings were architectural masterpieces, one would have glamorous dreams about, but they were going to the center of it all, a small yet nostalgic office suite almost looking like a bathhouse of sorts... Scorpion was accompanied by 10 strongest armored cars with 5 men in each who were armed to the neck in military-grade weaponry. Insurance is what they called it but it didn't make them feel any safer. Scorpion is greeted by 10 butlers who state that he is only allowed 4 guards to accompany him for the meeting and that the rest would be sent to the guest house and have their needs taken care of while they waited. 5-star hotel type of services and it made them feel almost welcomed by their new associates.

Scorpion and his men marched into the office, which is surprisingly well lit, as they walked across the beautiful marble corridors straight down. They were surrounded by beautiful artworks and sculptures of different place and Times but before they reached the final door, the pictures are then, all the pictures and mementos of those who formerly lead the Oshiro Family to its great success.

They are shown the door by the butler which he states firmly is not permitted to go beyond this point and as the 5 men enter the room they are greeted by 20 men standing in line carrying Assault Rifles all aimed at their heads. They were all covered in black clothing and each wore masks hiding their identity but it was clear to see that they were waiting for them to make a move so they could be filled with every single one of the bullets in the gun's magazine. The door closed eerily slowly and before they could bat an eye, their weapons were confiscated and they were left defenseless like lamb to the slaughter...

"What's the big idea, Shinigami? Did you invite us here to be executed? Or is this how you accommodate your guests?" Said Scorpion as he tried to hide his newly established shock and fear but trying to conceal it under the questions.

"Oh pardon me, I am looking for the rumored, ruthless hoodlums called the Eastway Families Gang but instead I'm greeted by a group of color confused ladies who weren't prepared for the tea party I was hosting... I guess your reputation outlived you. Truly disappointing, I must say." he said. A neatly dressed men sitting behind a desk with shortly cut blonde hair that fell to each side of his face and a pair of almost gray eyes behind the neatly trimmed glasses, those eyes that gave a stare of a predator who had just cornered his pray and that was contemplating whether to end what it started or continue to play with it's food.

"Answer me Shinigami!, this level of disrespect is intolerable. So if you invited us here, to execute us, then I insist you do it immediately 'coz I won't stand any longer for such treatment..." Shouting out his fiery statement as he is received with a deathly smile notifying him of his lack of control over the situation and giving Shinigami, the official upper hand in their encounter. It was clear to see that this man's game had begun before they ever noticed and they had just lost miserably. ALL they could do was wait for their victors demands at an award being their heads or something else. The sense of not being to do anything about the situation filled these men with an undeniable yet paralyzing sense of fear and worry.

"Well, Mr. Vanchev. I apologize for my rude behavior but I honestly hate beating around the bush and I hope you, ladies do too. Its just a miserable waste of time and I am hoping you can understand that I invited you here not to get executed. No not at all, in fact, you are here to become one of the richest men in this dead-end city. All you have to do is agree with my simple proposal, nothing compared to the riches, you will all be gifted with..." All this was delivered in the utmost professional manner but this man's vicious nature could be heard, very clearly behind this supposed offer.

And in the blink of an eye, a series of flashes and rattling fill the room, Scorpion's bodyguards are all mercilessly shot dead and with their dead bodies, lying around Scorpion and him standing in a pull of blood made by his dead men. This was his reward as he coyly stared in the great delight of the amazing light show and sudden climax to an almost action movie like scene. Shinigami's eyes finally returned to Scorpion's and the severity of it could be seen could be seen. The look he gave was in many ways suggesting some form of subliminal messages all intensified by the sudden silence and smell of gunpowder. It was as if he was questioning him like "Your Turn To Move?" Or "I would gladly grant you the wish of following your men. You just only need to ask." But were these questions placed there on purpose? What was these man's motives and more importantly? Why has he not killed him along with his men? This was a glimpse of this man's entertainment and form of art and it seemed like he had just finished admiring it and was bored again, So it there was only one option left for Scorpion and he didn't seem to want to choose that option so he pulled up the chair and proceeded to slowly take a seat as if accepting his inevitable fate but hoping he would be given a chance to hopefully die honorably or at least die in a manner that wouldn't be as gruesome as what he had just seen or even worse, what imagined would happen next...

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"I am truly glad, we are on the same page now and I kindly suggest that you refrain from calling me by my nickname. As you know I am your new boss and by all means, I would appreciate it if you at least called me that... As you can see it's by your men that I don't take kindly to insubordination. Now my proposal is short and simple, I Want Everything In This Dirty Little City and like a good and faithful employee of the Hollow Point Mafia, you're going to help me complete this very simple task..." Said Shinigami calmly as if it was rehearsed thousands of times over. The classic brown telephone rang and he answered it with another smile as if he was told he won the lottery.

"I am guessing by this call that you have completed my request... good work, now. Could you please arrange that they are placed in line, neatly on the front porch, and tell Wilkerson to bring the Vanchev's car to the front, please. They will be leaving soon...Thank You, Miles. You never seem to disappoint." Shinigami Gleefully replied and put the phone down and took out a black porcelain bowl filled with jelly beans, all red in color as he grabbed a handful and turned in his rotating chair to look out the window as if staring at the orchards.

"I can see you are very eager to begin our newfound partnership and as a measure of good faith, I had my men deliver 4 trucks of pharmaceutical grade Blue Ticks and my finest contraband, ALL free of charge for you to do whatever you wish with it. You can throw it away if it ain't fit for your satisfaction but hopefully, it will suffice for now... And in return for these gifts, I ask for a yet another simple favor. My dearly beloved younger brother Sasaki Oshiro hasn't been home for over a month now and I am very deeply worried about his personal safety. So if it wouldn't be too much to ask, would you have your men try a search for him and bring him home to me? He is deeply missed by everyone here and it would be very saddening if he was hurt or in any form of danger. I would be eternally grateful for this and you will be generously compensated for it, IF I may add...." All these words were accompanied by a terrifying change of tone, emotions and facial expressions all played out in an almost genuine realism. He had just declared his request and compensated it too, leaving little but nothing changes to even contemplate what just happened, IT was like a declaration of war just wrapped in pretty wrapping but it was just his way of ending the show on a high note as Scorpion, hadn't said a word to these requests. He just stood up and headed for the door with a pitch black silhouette hanging over his face. This man was defeated and he had never even had the chance to fight back or even retaliate. Flawless victory...

All that just happened, ran through his mind as if he was stuck in an endless loop in time and it was happening all over again, he had not even spent less than an hour in that office yet, he continuously thought about all these so-called "Proposals" that weren't proposals at all but more of the demands of a angry God giving you chance at redemption. A redemption he couldn't refuse or negotiate... And just as he was unable to avenge his men, or stand up for own reputation as a mob boss. Shinigami had won again and the least, he could do was walk away with his life. Another victim who was brutally beaten before he stepped on the battlefield. He knew his men would lose all respect for him once they would hear about this and to be honest, he began to beg that he was executed. "WHAT WILL MY MEN SAY ABOUT ME FOR BEING HUMILIATED SO BADLY LIKE A CHEAP WHORE" These words repeatedly ate away at his soul, his reputation... But it wouldn't matter because as he opened the final door exiting the building he is overwhelmed by the enormous waves of heat made from the heat all the 10 armed escort vehicles he prepared, that we're all just set ablaze in glorious hellfires and the unbearable and intensely nauseating smell of blood returned to him as he looked down to find the bodies of all his men neatly line up in front of him. Their necks were slitten cleanly open and their eyes gouged out and placed in a bucket, everyone's last 3 fingers on their right hand was chopped off and on their faces, they wore the same masks he saw in their room. But what terrified him most, was the bold, yet neat writing on the ground... All in blood...

YOU ARE ALL MY MASKS NOW

He hadn't even realized that the butler had returned, wearing a mask, sprayed in blood and in his right hand was Scorpion's car keys in hand.

"The master will be contacting you very soon, with further instructions on the negotiated contract and he kindly thanks you for the visit. NOW we are all his MASKS and this is His divine revelation. You would be very wise to diligently follow..." Stated the butler as if whispering it to him, almost as if clearing the idea that there was a way out of this hell. this was the beginning of the greatest bloodbaths in the history of Port Blaze fall. The game everyone would be forced to play and inevitably lose... And like all games the Death God played there would be no victors besides him and no one would ever try to stop this game, No one would ever be able to understand why this man would go so far for nothing. BUT there's no such thing as nothing to him because nothing else mattered besides his true goal, a twisted and dark goal. A goal, he would bathe in the blood of his victims and forge in the inferno of his playground, this filthy city. He was determined to reach it at any cost but he knew it would happen eventually... He just had a hard time being patient.

COME HOME TO ME DEAREST, LITTLE BROTHER... COME HOME AND FULFILL YOUR DESTINY...