He twisted the small silver cell phone between his fingers, waiting for a call. The cold fall air slipped through the fabric of his white polycotten jacket, but he didn't move from the alley way of the café he was standing behind. The small phone briefly buzzed to life before he flipped it open. "Go into the coffee shop behind you. In the right hand side, along the back of the shop is a magazine rack, wait there for instructions." The line went dead before he could reply. Walking down the alley way he made his way to the front of the building, and scanned the street before pushing the glass door open. As he was told he waited next to the rack that lined the entire back wall of the café. The phone buzzed in his pants pocket, signifying a text message was received.

'Take the paper of the top of the book

Shelf. Follow all the instructions.'

Looking at the book shelf, he couldn't see any paper sticking from between the magazines. Walking along the rack he lifted his arm, reaching for the top of the shelf. He could feel the dirt softly cake his hands, something thin and paper like crease his finger tips. Pulling it out he examined the page. A gothic italic '4' was printed in the bottom right hand corner of the folded paper. He darted for the door. The second he was out and back in the alley he quickly tried to open it, but his anxiousness only caused him to fumble with it. When he finally opened it, he stared at the message as if it were written in another language. A seemingly innocent comment lay at the bottom of the page.

'Do well Koji.'

His armed dropped to his side along with his heart as he realized for the first time he realize what he must do.

Light seeped through the white blind of the medium sized apartment. Karin woke up slowly, her shirt rested just above her stomach, and her black denim jeans twisted slightly at her hips. Opening her eyes, Karin stared at the dirty white colored ceiling, trying to remember were she was and how she got there. Her mind registered the soft foam substance pressing against her back, and the thick wool blanket pulled over her. The memories came crawling back to her slowly, reminding her of what had happened the day before. Sitting up she felt numb, like all the rage and madness she felt yesterday had bleed out, but she knew better. She knew her emotional barrier was just trying in vain to make her feelings of hate disappear. She wouldn't let that happen, she wouldn't ignore this.

Karin could hear the lock on the front door starting to turn. Her muscles tensed waiting for who ever was on the other side of the door to show them selves. She relaxed her body as a young man with tousled, mid-lengthen brown hair stepped through the threshold. "Well look who's finally up." His voice was deep, and rough as if he had just woken up himself. She was still impassive, but relaxed none the less. "Hey Koji."

"Want some tea?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"No." She didn't want tea; she didn't want to be sitting there. She wanted answers, she wanted revenge, and she wanted her sister.

But that was foolish, her sister was gone, and was not coming back. The thick silence of the room was puncture by the familiar scream of a tea kettle. A few minutes later Koji came in carrying two cups of hot tea.

"Here." He set a cup down on the coffee table in front of her. "I don't want it Koji." Karin said as she pushed it further back on the table. "Then I'll make you some breakfast. You have to eat; you can't just stop trying to live just because Yuzu's gone." A second later Koji found himself on the floor; a searing pain ripping through his abdomen, Karin was leaning over him. "Heh, 'just because Yuzu's gone', Koji there is nothing more important to m than my family. 'Just because Yuzu's gone' I will find the person who did that to her and when I do; they will be the one's who are gone." Karin walked back to the couch and sat down, a cold anger filling her. Koji grunted as he stood, the pain still scorching through his stomach.

"Karin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He was standing at her side again, still wary of her. "Just have something before you go." Karin picked up the glass; the scent of bitter almonds infiltrated her senses. Slowly she put the glass down, a plan of action forming in her head. "Karin?" Koji asked anxiously. She was on him in a second, kicking out the back of his legs, and pinning him to the floor before he could react. He tried to push her of, but her grip was too firm. "Koji," her dark, serious voice made him shutter, and he ceased his pointless struggling. "Why would you try to poison me Koji?" Her eyes held no emotion, no indication of what she was thinking. "I'm sorry Karin, but they'll kill me if I tell you." He started to tremble in fear. Karin grinded her teeth in frustration. "Who?" She shouted, demanding an answer. All Koji could do was shack his head, fear taking over his system. Karin her grip on his wrists in favor of his neck. Before he could register what she was about to do, Karin snapped his neck leaving him broken, and dead.

She got up and headed for the window, making sure no one saw her leave. Trust no one. She thought as she climbed down the fire escape into the alley, and disappeared.