In the heart of the vibrant pleasure district, lanterns painted the streets in an amber glow. Drawing away from its liveliness, Tina-Maliee wandered down an alley. Yoru, the infamous kitsune, had chosen the same passageway for his wicked amusement. With a lethal slice, he swung his katana, a swift and silent execution leaving a lifeless figure crumpled on the ground, blood seeping into the cracks of the cobblestones.