Sorry, only so many words you can fit in the summery box. Here is the rest of it:
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.
Screams echoed out in a terrified and blood cooling cry in the middle of the night where not even a single soul lingered as dead took them. It was quick, the swift silver was at their next in the blink of an eye before they could even see the perpetrator. It was too damn fast!
He was going to big his tongue off to stop his teeth from clattering. This shivering man hid in a dark alleyway while holding his breath and praying to every God in the world that he wasn't going to be next in line to be cut down like his friends by the Kabuki-cho Ghost. Now, fear took over his body and the shaking just won't cease.
He felt the blood oozing through his teeth when he bit down on his tongue. Footsteps. There were footsteps right beside the alleyway where he was hiding. He slapped his hands over his mouth and closed his eyes, waiting as they slowly passed by him without stopping. He released his hands and let out a deep sigh of relief.
CLICK
His eyes bugged out of his head with the all to familiar sound reaching his ears. The sound of a sword that slowly popped out of its scabbard. He looked over his shoulder as this cold sensation washed clean through his body when he saw a figure standing a few feet away from him.
It was a short woman who looked to be only 5'1. She had short pale blonde hair and golden, ashen-colored eyes that glared under the moonlight. A blue and white haori, a short white dress and a black scarf wrapped around her neck to hide her nose and mouth. In her hands was a sword where the faint glimmer of silver was seen at the hilt.
The man lost all composer as fear overcame all 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 in his lungs. He needed to run. He needed to run faster then the devil could follow on his shoulder. 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 looked like she was hovering upside down in front of him. He witnessed his last moments and didn't blink. He saw her slowly pull her sword out as it glared in the pale light and swing it in such a smooth and clean motion towards his neck...before everything went black.
The ghost stood before the fallen body of her victim as his head rolled at her feet, eyes still frozen in his last moments, wide in terror. She took in a deep breath and looked down at herself, now splattered in warm blood. Looking up though, she saw lantern lights and the sound of voices in the distant.
"The scream came from over here!" Police, that was obvious.
She took her time and flicked the blood off her blade and before sheathing it. Moments later, she casually turned away and walked around the comer, back into the alleyway.
"What happened here!?" The police group of four came upon the scene in seconds to see the fresh slain body that was still warm.
"Sir! I think I saw someone go into the alleyway just now!"
The head officer ran to the alleyway and shown his lamp light into the darkness, but saw nothing.