It was another night on the streets of Musutafu. The sky was pitch black.

On a crosswalk, a man stood alone. He was wearing a polyester jacket and a pair of black gloves. He stood with a duffel bag in one hand and a black balaclava in the other. He started to walk across the street, towards a tall building that was monolithic in its scale.
As the man walked towards the building, he put on the balaclava, obscuring his face. The design on the balaclava, a dragon, becoming visible. His emerald eyes were dead set on his mission. He pushed open the door, walking past the secretary as he progressed forward.

"Excuse me, sir." the secretary said, "You need to check in." The Man paid her no mind as he stopped in front of the elevator.

He dropped his duffel bag, he knelt down and he pulled out two silenced Uzis, two silenced Glock 17s (each with extended magazines), and a Remington 11-87. The Man quickly stowed the weapons into his coat. With the exception being the shotgun, which he held in his hands.

The Man pressed the 'up' button on the elevator. Once the door opened, he entered it. Staring at the secretary, he gave her a piece of advice: "You are going to want to call the police."

The Man liked the weight of the shotgun in his hands, the pure vindication that it represents brought him a dark sense of satisfaction.

The elevator came to a stop. First Floor, the Man thought. As the elevator doors opened, the man scanned the room with narrow eyes. Gazing into a long corridor, he looked to his sides, the walls are littered with several doors. He reckoned that they led into small rooms. He stepped out of the elevator, tilting the shotgun to check the chamber, a small smirk ran across his hidden face.

As he walked forward, the noise of distant conversations grew louder. He made sure that his footsteps were confident, deliberate. The sound of his footsteps ensuring that his targets knew he was there; he wanted them to realize that they were nothing but names on a list to him.

The man approached the end of the corridor. All conversations stopped, and a host of men in white suits looked back at him.

"Pizza time." The Man said.

A man in a white suit to the left of the Man tried to pull out a gun. The Man took his aim, his swift hands performing a practiced motion. The gun was fired, and the next thing his target knew, his arm was missing. "Arrgh," The white suited man screamed as he fell to his knees, clutching the stump where his arm once was.
As the Man proceeded into the room, the men around him quickly took up arms, some used their quirks, others more traditional weapons. To the Man, however, it made no difference.

The Man made haste, firing another shot into his previous target's head. It exploded, his brain turned into a cloud of pink mist in front of his contemporaries. Stunned they turned to look at the Man. "What the fuck did you just-"
Pumping the shotgun, another shot was taken. It was placed below the knee of the Man's accuser. Blood sprayed out, as if a water pipe had been burst. The crimson liquid coating the floor as the Man's next victim toppled over.
With another set of pumps, and another set of shots, the Man started to down his adversaries. One shot after another, 6 more men met their fate. Bodies mutilated in awe inspiring viscera. The Man went off into a dash, his movements untraceable to the untrained eye. With the butt of his mighty shotgun, he struck another one of his adversaries in the jaw, dislocating it. Before the Man let this poor fellow fall to the floor, he slipped behind him and elbowed him in the spine, shattering it under the force of his blow.
The Man discarded his shotgun. It hit the ground with a dull thud. The Man reached into his coat and produced two silenced Uzis. He let loose a furious hail of bullets, tearing apart the majority of his foes. The clever ones put up tables and hid in the many rooms that filled this floor of the complex. The Man, however, as if he weighed nothing, lept in the air. Soaring over the long stretches of the main room, catching the men hiding behind a table off guard. A swarm of bullets tore through them as he started his descent.

The Man looked at the mess that he had created, limp bodies riddled with holes polluted the floor he stood on. The macabre display of gore impressed the Man as a small, satisfied smirk formed on his face. He takes the time to reload his Uzis. Removing and replenishing the magazine.

Behind him, the Man heard another wave of men come up from the elevator. A soft ding left the elevator as the doors to it opened. "Who the fuck do you think you are messing with?" The man at the front of the group yelled. "You must be pretty fucking dense to try to start shit in Yakuza territory!"

The Man paid them no mind. He put up one of his Uzis, firing at the group while they were stuck in the elevator. The bullets butchered them, their bodies falling onto the floor as they leaked their essential humors. Wasting no time, The Man continued to complete his mission.

He went through all of the doors within the corridor. Sometimes he found a junkie getting his next hit, other times it was a sex worker doing her job on a lonely salary-man. None of the rooms on this floor had the one person he was looking for.

None of them had her.

The Man walked back into the elevator, stepping over the corpses that littered the floor. She must be in the basement the Man thought. Once in the elevator, he pressed the button leading to the negative first floor. The elevator door started to move slowly, crushing and bisecting a head that laid in its path. The Elevator produced a low hum of as it descended, the hum started to die out as it got closer to the destination.
The door to the elevator opened, and the Man walked out of it. From the outset, it was a lot different to the floor that he was in previously. It was large and cavernous, with pillars sprinkled throughout it. It must be a parking lot the Man said. Walking forward, the Man pulls back the slide on his one of his Uzis.

Two men appeared before him: one was a burley man with light brown hair, the other was a scrawny man with blonde hair. "I see that you have come for the girl, yes? Well you will have to go through u-" A litany of blasts could be heard throughout the building as the Man emptied an entire clip into the smaller man. With the Uzi in his other hand, he took aim at the larger of the two, but to his surprise, he seemed to be able to punch all of the bullets away.
"Did you honestly believe that that little toy of yours could take on me!? My twig of a partner, sure, but you have got to do better than that!" The bigger man said.

"You must be Rappa," the Man said, "I have quite alot about you." He threw his Uzis to the ground, pulling his fists up. "I will not go easy one you."

Rappa smiled, his grin visible under his Mask. "I wouldn't have it any other way."