The night was cool…

There were a light drizzle...

In the shadows a figure ran down the street...

The figure then hid in an alleyway and looked behind them to see if anyone was following.

"Where did that bastard go?"

"Calm down bro… We'll get him!"

The voice of two men was heard, not to far away.

The shadowy figure ran down the alleyway, only to find a dead end.

"Thought you could escape?" a voice said behind them.

The person turned around to see Gin… The relentless killer from the Black Organization

and behind him was his partner, Vodka.

"I'm impressed… Just how exactly did you get into our base?"

The figure clenched their fists.

"Not talking eh? Well then your death is inescapable… So you'd better say your prayers…"

Gin said as he pointed his gun to the mysterious person.

"No wonder you're his favorite 'tool,'" the person said in a strange, robotic voice.

They turned around. A strange, red light glowed in their eyes.

"You will kill almost anyone… But I will tell you this… At the end… You will take a life…

And you will regret it…"

Suddenly, they jumped on the walls and climbed up to the roof.

Gin shot a bullet, but the target was long gone.

The figure jumped from building to building... they ran through the night.

Then, they stopped and turned to see the moon that shown through the dark clouds.

"It's about time I get my GAME on…"