Prologue

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.

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