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PROLOGUE
The streets of Tokyo were filled with people even at the late hour. But past the bright lights, glass towers and storey high billboards the roads grew thinner and darker.
Chen's noodles stood in the centre of one of those streets. It was small, and grubby, with a flashing sign outside that said 'The best noodles in Tokyo.'
This was subject to opinion.
The bell on the door of Chen's noodles rung as a small man left holding two cardboard noodle boxes. He had told the pretty girl at the till that one of the boxes was for his girlfriend, but no such girlfriend actually existed - he was going to spend the night making his way through two dangerously cheap boxes of takeaway noodles, on his own.
The streetlamp flickered and the man shivered as a cold breeze swept through the street. He turned to walk down the alleyway that lead to his house when he stopped. A hooded figure stood in his path, barely visible in the half-light.
''Hello?'' the first man asked jauntily, grossly misreading the situation ''Are you OK?''
There was a profound silence. Even the usual sounds of sirens and cars weren't audible. It was as if he'd stepped into a different reality.
The first man walked towards him, oblivious to the danger that lay ahead. Maybe it was just a guy smoking in the alleyway and he could walk on by-
Slowly, the shadowy figure turned his head. Even in the darkness his eyes shone a bright red. He lifted a bony hand inside his jacket and withdrew a gun.
The first man dropped his noodle boxes and stumbled backwards. He turned to run but every inch of his body seemed to be frozen by some force. He screamed, and the last thing he ever saw was the cold, cruel smile of the man in the alleyway before he pulled the trigger.