Houka and Uzu drove up to a large building. It had a neon sign reading, "SCOURGE". They walked in through the front door. "This is the place," said Uzu. The inside smelled like cheap alcohol and sex.

"Alright," said Houka, "I suppose that we should ask around and see if Mister Gamagoori is here-"

"HEY, KANE! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, YOU FUCKIN' HALF-BREED!" shouted Uzu.

A blonde, dark-skinned man wearing a blood-stained tuxedo with the sleeves ripped off walked out of a room in the back of the building.

"The fuck you just say to me, bitch?" he asked Uzu.

"Hello. Mister Ira Gamagoori, I presume? We-" said Houka, before he was cut off.

"I ain't talkin' to you, Glasses. I'm talkin' to this little Nazi prick, and I wanna know why the fuck he thinks that he can walk in to my club and say that shit to me."

Houka gave Uzu an exasperated look.

"Nazi," he said.

"Yeah, Nazi, KKK, and Satanist."

"KKK."

"That is correct."

"Even though you're fucking Japanese."

"Whites and Japanese have been racism buddies since World War II!" Uzu proudly declared.

"Do you want everyone to hate you?"

"Let them hate me, so long as they fear me. The Nazis, the KKK, and Satanists are feared by everyone. Figured people should fear me, too-"

"Are you gonna fuckin' tell me why you're here or not?" Ira interjected.

"Well," said Houka, "we -"

"Wait a fuckin' minute. Some of my girls have talkin' 'bout someone that looks just like you hangin' 'round here."

"Uh, I'm sure I don't-"

"And every time you come here, a girl ends up dead! You're that Hellhound nigga that the news've been talkin' 'bout!" Ira shouted, before taking a handgun out of his pocket.

Houka grew silent. "And what if I am?"

"You killed 19 of my girls! You have any idea how bad that is for business?!"

"Oh, who gives a fuck? They were whores. A new kid runs away from home every day, a new single mother loses her job every day, there are a lot of potential whores are out there!"

"Yeah, but-"

"I AM SPEAKING! I am the fucking Hellhound Killer, and you WILL show me some goddamn respect, before I cut your worthless throat!"

Ira put away his gun. "You got balls. I like that. Keep talkin'."

"What if I pay you for the whores from now on? 5000 yen?"

"Aight. So, what're you here for?"

"My friend and I have an idea that will make the three of us very rich men. We'll have money, power, anything we want."

Houka pulled a file out of his pocket, and gave it to Ira. Ira opened the file.

"This is some pretty dangerous shit. The cops catch us, we're all fucked."

"Oh, don't worry. The police don't have anything on me."

"Aight, I'm in."

"Good. I'll inform you when I've set everything up."

Houka and Uzu walked out of the building.

"Uzu," said Houka, "the next time you call a large, angry half-Black man a 'half-breed'...don't. You almost got us killed."

"Fine, whatever. Now what?"

"Now, we are going to see a friend of mine."

As the two drove off, they didn't notice the pink-haired woman across the street, staring at the building.