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Ah, shit! I accidentally posted my ex's boob pics! She's not gonna be happy about this :c Can I have an F in chat boys?

Big thanks to gtv56jam on Tumblr for helping me with this chapter. More specifically, granting me the idea of having Z.E.A.L. give protection to teh Yakuza from the heroes. What took me days to think of, took him only a matter of minutes. Seriously couldn't have completely this chapter without him... no seriously. I had a huge case of writers block at the time and he helped me.)


Frostbite was perched on top of a ledge as snow continued to fall down the nighttime sky as he watched over the city. He suddenly stood up as he took a single step off the ledge and fell towards the ground; as he got closer to the ground, he activated his snowstorm blasts to stop his fall. He landed on the ground feet first as he took in the sight of the empty street. He turned around behind him to see a set of TV's inside of a store, which were currently playing a news report.

"The city is in terror," the news anchor begins. "as a total of 39 people have been brutally murdered in the span of a single day within half hours to a single hour of each other. 26 Pro Heroes and 13 civilians. All have one connection: Koru Yuki, or as he's going by the alias Frostbite. Here we have some footage of the No. 2 Pro Hero, Keigo Takami, aka the Wing Hero: Hawks, who gave chase to Frostbite just hours ago at the scene."

"He's fast, I'll admit that." Hawks says on the television. "He's also smart. Smarter than any other villain I have faced before. But it's not his speed or his intelligence that scares me. It's his lack of remorse for his killings. After Overload's death, he has been continuously finding Pro Heroes during either scenes of current crimes or accidents where he just freezes the dudes. Then he writes his name at the scene: Frostbite. He's taunting not only the police and Pro Heroes, but he's taunting the city itself. He's ruthless, sadistic, and has a cold heart. No pun intended. I promise, me and the remaining Pro Heroes will capture him and he will pay for his crimes and the deaths of our beloved heroes… as well as my friends."

Inside the TV shop, the owner was hiding behind his booth as he held a phone to his ear. "Yes, police. I have a situation here." he says over the phone.

"Koru Yuki, or now known as Frostbite, is currently in the Top 10 Most Wanted Criminals in the entire country of Japan, ranking at #9."

Frostbite scoffed in response. "Only at #9? Get real." he says to the news anchor on the television set.

Before all of this, back when he was still Yuki, Frostbite would've been horrified at his actions. But now, he's excited. He's now known throughout the public with a new name and no doubt he has struck fear onto the city.

"If you think I'm stopping at only 39… you've got a bigger surprise waiting for you." he goes on to say. "And to think, it's only Christmas Eve… I love the holidays."

He then flew up into the air, just as the police cars showed up, though he appeared to not have noticed as he continued to fly away.


Frostbite entered the Z.E.A.L. 's hideout as he immediately saw numerous members of the extremist group wearing similar clothes. Black jackets with either hoods or lack of hoods with all of them having the acronym Z.E.A.L. sewed onto the chest part of their tops. They all wore dark colored pants while all wore combat boots and to top all of this, most of the members were wearing blue and black masks with skull designs while some had their masks lying on the table.

Each of the members turned to the newcomer, which was their leader. "Frostbite!" they all cheered.

"Nice job on the murders, man." says a member.

"39 people. All of them having Quirks. Our dreams of a Quirkless society are coming to light, huh?"

"This is just the beginning." Frostbite replies. "Does anyone know where Hikari is?"

"You mean Nova? She's in her office." replied a member.

Frostbite raised a frozen eyebrow as he approached her office; without knocking, he opened the door to see Hikari standing in her office wearing her Z.E.A.L. uniform. Her uniform consisted of a black leather jacket with a white buttoned shirt underneath. She wore a pair of black leather gloves while she sported navy blue cargo pants with black tactical boots with the cuffs tucked inside said boots. On her face was a headset with glasses like optical visor over her eyes, similar to Kaminari's visor except Hikari's color was blood red.

"Nice threads. Where'd you get them?" Frostbite asks.

"Didn't I tell you?" she asks. "I have connections. Remember my friend I told you about."

"Sorry. It slipped my mind. I was too busy with other things."

"I heard. 39 people. Impressive, Frosty."

"Don't call me that… at all… or I'll kick your ass." Frostbite genuinely threatens with an intent to harm.

"Anyway, we got the masks from him and we all just simultaneously bought the rest of the clothing. Visor and headsets: black market. You gotta love the illegal, underground world of crime. So what's the plan, boss?"

"Tomorrow is Christmas and I feel like playing as Santa." Frostbite replies.

Hikari gave him an odd look. "Uh, you do know Santa isn't real, right?" she asks.

"Of course I know he's not real. I'm not an idiot." Frostbite replies. "Tomorrow, Omnitech will be holding a public presentation to promote all their new equipment at the mall. We want to make Z.E.A.L. publicly known, right?" he asks.

"Of course." Hikari replies.

"Well we interrupt the presentation and show the whole world what the rest of the 20% are capable of doing. All we need are weapons and explosives."

"Terrorizing the mall would be the absolute most perfect way to make us known and feared at the same time. But how are we going to get the weapons?"

Frostbite turned around with a smile on his face. "Leave that to me." he says. "You know the Yakuza?"

"The infamous crime syndicate?"

"Ever since they were deemed villains, they have been hiding in the down low and haven't been very operational lately. But with All Might's retirement, they've stared to show their faces from their hiding holes. Some of their bases are operational again, except not as much. They still need revenue. I'm pretty sure they won't mind if we 'borrow' a few of their weapons."

"Yuki," Hikari says. "this is the Yakuza we're talking about. They're dangerous criminals you DO NOT want to mess with."

"Funny." Frostbite then turned around to face her. "Because that's all the media and heroes have been saying about me. If there's one person that Yakuza should fear, it will be me. After all… I'm pretty much a God now, right?"

Frostbite then approached her and rested his hands on her shoulders.

"This is for our cause, Hikari, and I will fight for it." he tells her. "You and the rest of this group have given me something I haven't had in years. Something that I thought I lost and would have never regained… Purpose. For once, I feel like I'm important to somebody. That I'm someone that a person genuinely cares about. I'm not some lab rat or some intern lackey to be used like trash. I'm the leader of a Quirkless uprising… Of a revolution. I finally have the respect and recognition I so long deserved… The whole country knows who I am and soon, the entire world will know."

"We're in this together, Yuki. Both of us. Together." Hikari tells him.

"I couldn't ask for a better partner. You're the first true friend I have ever had since my accident."

Hikari's heart suddenly shattered to pieces as she gasped in shock while her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk. "Yeah… friend." she says in a hurt tone.

"That armored van robbery did bring us a lot of money but it won't be enough to fund our operation." Frostbite continues to say. "After our public appearance, we're gonna have to be more active than usual. However, just like I described this group before, we are belligerent and numerous. We're gonna be too much for the heroes. With the weapons we'll soon obtain, we'll be unstoppable. But we're gonna have to find more members. A few hundred isn't enough. We're gonna need thousands of more."

"Lead that to me." Hikari says, still having a hurt tone in her voice. "I'm a great motivational speaker. I can convince more people to join our cause. It's a good thing I had my man make more masks just in case we had more members show up. What exactly is the plan for tomorrow?"

"I'll explain once we get our arsenal of weapons from the Yakuza." Frostbite suddenly turned around as he exited her office. Before he exited, he turned his head around to give her one last look. "The world will pay for what it's done to not only me but to the Quirkless. They'll see the true power of what we have and that together, we'll be an unstoppable force that even All Might can't handle."

With that said, he exited the office leaving Hikari alone to her thoughts.

"Hey, Frostbite," called out a member. "have any idea on how we're supposed to get firepower?"

"I already thought of that." Frostbite replies.

"What is it?"

"Well, the Yakuza have been offline for the majority of the years so I doubt they won't miss a few weapons they haven't used."

"Woah. Woah. Woah. The Yakuza?!"

"Frostbite, I knew you were crazy but I didn't think you were this crazy." says another member.

"I'm not crazy!" Frostbite yells. "I'm simply doing what I have to do in order to get what I deserve! If it means robbing the Yakuza, then so be it. Besides, it's not like they can hurt me."

"The Yakuza is not one to be toyed with," says a voice. The group turned to a man that appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties sitting at a chair flipping a coin. "Especially when you try to rob them on their own turf."

"Who are you?" Frostbite asks.

"Akihiro Tanken. But everyone just calls me Chains." Chains replies.

"Alright, Chains. If you think it's a bad idea, then what do you propose we do to get weapons?" Frostbite asks.

"I never said it was a bad idea. I said that the Yakuza aren't people you should mess with. Any normal person who messes with them never makes it out alive." Chains caught the coin in the air as he gave Frostbite a sideways stare. "'Course, I did say any normal person, and as we all know, you're not normal."

"That I am." Frostbite replies. "Why so interested in the Yakuza?"

Chains placed the coin in his jacket pocket before he took off his shirt, revealing the many tattoos that associated with the Yakuza. Everyone, sans Frostbite, gasped at the sight.

"The Yakuza was my family." Chains begin to tell. "Took me in at a very young age. Taught me everything I needed to know about the underground world of crime. However, ever since we were declared villains and Pro Heroes started showing up, the numbers only got smaller. What was once a powerful crime syndicate was reduced to a petty street gang. Many of us left while many were executed. I was one of the unfortunate souls left to be executed but I managed to escape their clutches and ever since then, I have been hiding from them. I joined Z.E.A.L. as some sort of protection from the Yakuza. I saw what those with Quirks can do to the Quirkless. We may have been mobsters, but when it came to equality, we were strict on that policy. So when some of our members started harassing the Quirkless, an infectious disease took over the Yakuza: prejudice. I was loyal to the Yakuza and was thankful for them rescuing me from my harsh childhood, but I could not bear to associate myself with those that use their Quirks for the helpless, thus what led me to joining this group."

"And they haven't found you?" Frostbite asks.

"Lets just say Ahikiro isn't my real name." Chains replies. "I know all about the Yakuza, including who their boss is and the locations of their bases."

"Let me guess: you want to help?" Frostbite asks.

Chains stood up as he started flipping the coin in the air once again. "Precisely." he replies. "Anything to show the world what we Quirkless are capable of and that we can fight back in this war of rights."

Frostbite thought for a moment before deciding on a decision. "Tell me everything you know." he says.

"For starters, there's this old warehouse that the Yakuza has." Chains replies. "Filled with all sorts of weapons. Rifles. Grenades… Rocket launchers."

Frostbite grew a devious smile on his face. "Sounds like our type of barbecue." he says.

"It is. With your powers, they don't stand a chance against you so taking the weapons would be a piece of cake. But… if the boss is there, do promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Don't kill him." Chains replies. "You kill him, we have the entire Yakuza crawling up our asses. We do not need that for our operation."

"I wasn't going to but thanks for the warning." Frostbite says. "You have any idea where the warehouse is?"

"Warehouse 59 at Pier 37. The Yakuza bought it to manufacture and store toys there. Of course the toys themselves are filled with hardcore drugs. Those bastards love selling those things."

"Who doesn't?" asks a member.

Everyone turned to him and gave him an odd look; Frostbite turned his attention back to Chains. "What do you want in return?" he asks.

"Nothing. I'm doing this for the group." Chains says.

"Well you're offering a lot of help for us so I feel like I should repay you." Frostbite explains.

Chains leaned back in his chair. "Well… if you find and meet a guy named Hakaru Koroki, he has a large scar on his cheek… kill him." Chains smiled.

Frostbite also smiled in response. "With pleasure." he replies. He then turned to the rest of his allies. "Keep the base at check. I'm gonna get us some weapons. I'll be back in several hours."

With that, Frostbite walked towards the exit and left the hideout, starting his mission on obtaining a large amount of arsenal and firepower.


A single warehouse in the night stood tall as snow continued to pour from the sky; Frostbite was currently in front of the warehouse, which had the number 59 on it.

"Pier 37… Warehouse 59. This is the spot." he says to himself.

Inside the warehouse, a shadowy figure wielding a rifle could be seen looking out the window, before walking away.

"Better not waste any time." Frostbite says to himself once more.

He approached the warehouse door and opened it before entering said building; the whole building was dampened in darkness with the only source of light being the moonlight. Frostbite started to examine his surroundings and because of his impaired vision, he could see slightly better than before. Through his eyes, everything was in red while his vision was still blurry, though he was still able to see in the dark to an extent.

At that moment, a laser shined at his head before his entire body had lasers pointing at him. He looked up on time as the lights of the warehouse turned on, revealing many armed people aiming their various weapons at them.

"Do not move a muscle!" shouted a Yakuza member.

"You are surrounded. If you take a step forward, we will shoot!" shouted a second Yakuza.

Frostbite continued to glance at the surrounding members of the Yakuza.

"Who dares infiltrate one of our many cache reserves?" asks a voice.

Frostbite looked in front of him to see a middle aged walking out of the shadows. The man was bald while he wore a pair of sunglasses and had a skinny beard that was tied up. The man wore black suit jacket with a red buttoned up shirt underneath, a pair of jeans and brown dress shoes. He also sported a tight gold chain necklace around his neck.

"I know who you are." the man says.

"Do you?" Frostbite asks.

"You're Koru Yuki. You're a wanted man. What are you doing in my cache reserve?" the man asks.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're all wanted men. Am I correct?" Frostbite asks.

"Yes. You are. But the difference is that you're not one of us." the man says.

Frostbite simply smiled in response. "Not yet." he says.

"Excuse me?" the man asks, confused at his answer.

"What's your name?" Frostbite asks.

"I'M the one asking the questions."

Frostbite suddenly shape shifted his arm into a giant spike. "Did I stutter?" he asks. Every Yakuza member cocked their guns in response. "Call off your men, I'm not here to fight."

"Prove it." the man says. "I'm Ryuji Saki and while everyone else in the city might be terrified of you, I am not afraid."

Frostbite was silent for a brief second before morphing his arm back to normal. "Well Mr. Saki, I have a proposition for you." he says.

Ryuji turned to his colleague, who shrugged in response, before looking back at the snow villain. "I'm listening." he says.

"Do you know of the group Z.E.A.L.?" he asks.

"Can't say that I have." Ryuji replies.

"It's a group bound together by the Quirkless to fight the hero society." Frostbite starts.

Ryuji grew an intrigued look. "Go on." he says.

"All of it's members, save for one, are Quirkless." Frostbite continues. "We plan to overthrow society so that we can reshape it into our own vision where there are no more Pro Heroes."

"What's your proposition?" Ryuji asks.

Frostbite smiled. "Well, in order to do so, we're gonna need some firepower." he replies.

"If you're thinking that asking politely for our weapons for a group that may or may not exist will work, then think again!" Ryuji shouts.

"Who says I was asking?" Frostbite glares at him.

At that moment, the snow villain started to rapidly produce snow from the soles of his feet which covered the entire warehouse floor. This act alone made the entire Yakuza clan in the warehouse more hostile as they all aimed their weapons at Frostbite yet again. Ryuji looked down to see that his feet were covered in snow, as a terrified expression took over his face.

"If you know who I am, then you must know that I am impervious to any sort of physical damage." Frostbite explains. "Guns and bullets won't work on me. Not only that, but I can mentally manipulate the snow however I want, meaning I can make you a human shish kebab anytime I want in the matter of milliseconds. So what's it going to be, Ryuji?"

Ryuji stayed quiet for a moment before gulping away his fears. "It appears… I underestimated you, Yuki." Ryuji replies in a shaky tone.

"Yuki's dead… Call me Frostbite." the villain replies, not taking his glare off him.

"Very well… Frostbite… What is this proposition you have for me and for the Yakuza?" Ryuji asks.

Frostbite started to walk around a bit as he slowly approached Ryuji. "As we're all very aware," Frostbite begins. "the Yakuza clan isn't really… 'feared' to say the least by the public ever since Pro Heroes started showing up. The way I see it, the Yakuza and Z.E.A.L. are one of the same. Same coin, different sides. We have one thing in common: those damn Pro Heroes. I want to ask you a question. How many people in the Yakuza have Quirks?"

"Approximately only 10%." Ryuji replies.

"Kay." Frostbite clapped his hands before snapping his fingers as a smile grew on his face. "That means the rest of the 90% are Quirkless. No?"

"Correct."

"Well that's perfect. You guys want the heroes gone. We want the heroes gone. Together, they don't stand a chance. We can obtain both of our goals of getting rid of the heroes so we can do whatever we want. You will be free from hiding in the underground while Z.E.A.L. will be free from everyone else. We're not enemies, Ryuji… We're allies, if you're willing to be allies that is… Interested?" Frostbite gave a sly smile afterwards.

Ryuji squinted his eyes skeptically at Frostbite's proposal. "I must apologize." he says. "We don't make deals with petty criminals. We're a criminal syndicate with forces beyond the unknown."

"What do I have to do to prove to you our worth?" Frostbite asks.

Ryuji was silent for a moment as he turned to one of his colleagues. Frostbite watched as they silently discussed something private before the boss turned back to him.

"We know about your power that you're capable of, but we want to know what this Z.E.A.L. can do. Show us what they can do and we will consider joining your group." Ryuji says.

"Well in order to do that, we would need weapons." Frostbite says.

"That's not part of the deal."

"How about I make it part of the deal?"

At that moment, a spike suddenly shot up from the ground right next to Ryuji, causing him to flinch and back away. Right afterwards, all hell broke loose as every single Yakuza member started firing their respective weapons at Frostbite, who didn't move a single non-existal muscle at all. Bullets flew right through him as small holes formed on his body of where the bullets rained on.

Each of the Yakuza members seized their firing when they realized that Frostbite was unaffected by their guns not by the slightest. "You guys done?" Frostbite asks. The Yakuza members all lowered their weapons as they stared at the villain with wide eyes. "Good. Now it's my turn."

Frostbite suddenly raised his arms in the air as he fired two snowstorm blasts. The snowstorm blasts immediately destroyed the platforms that the Yakuza members were standing on, causing them to crumble and fall towards the ground, along with gangsters. Ryuji looked all around him to see most of his gang falling from the destroyed platforms before turning back to Frostbite. Said villain was slowly approaching him as cold air radiated over his hands.

"You can either give me the weapons now and join later… or I take them by force and eliminate the Yakuza. Either way… I'm getting those weapons." Frostbite tells him.

"Alright! Alright!" Ryuji shouts. "We'll supply you weapons for you and your Z.E.A.L. buddies if you do something for us in return.

"It better not have me rob a bank or steal enhanced control rods from a secure federal facility." Frostbite grumbles.

"No." Ryuji says. "If you say what is true, then you and Z.E.A.L. can provide protection for us."

"Really?" Frostbite asks, not convinced. "Whatever happened to 'we don't make deals with petty criminals.'?"

"As you know, the Yakuza isn't as feared as it was before. We can't even show our face without Pro Heroes showing up. The authorities are tracking our every movement. If you say that you want to overthrow the hero society, getting rid of the Pro Heroes, then… I guess we both have similar goals."

"About time you realize this Ryuji." Frostbite says. "So do we have a deal?"

Ryuji was silent for a moment before growing a hesitant grin; he extended his hand out for a handshake. "We have a deal." he says.

"You may want to wear gloves. My body temperature is at subzero levels and you get severe frostbite with an immediate touch if bare skin comes into contact with my body. That's the reason why I'm called Frostbite, after all."

Ryuji suddenly placed on some leather gloves as he extended his hand out again. This time, Frostbite firmly grasped his hand as they both shook hands, sealing the deal.

"So you'll supply us weapons and join our cause?" Frostbite asks.

"If it means protection and getting rid of the heroes, we're all in it." Ryuji smiles.

"That's what I like to hear." the snow villain says. "Transport the weapons to our hideout in the Saitama Prefecture. Back alley. We're in a restaurant called Harry's."

"I heard of that place. It went down years ago."

"Perfect spot for a criminal organization."

"Indeed it is." Ryuji smiles. "We'll transport your weapons-"

"And if you backstab or double cross us, just know one thing:" Frostbite suddenly grabbed Ryuji's collar and brought him close to his blue skinned, visible veined face. "I can freeze all of your limbs and break them off your pathetic flesh filled body piece by piece all while you're still alive whimpering and crying on the floor like a helpless infant. Arms. Legs. Genitals. So many toys so little time. Do you understand?"

Ryuji gulped in visible fear as he started profusely perspiring. "Got it. Understood. Wouldn't think about double crossing you at all, Frostbite." Ryuji nervously says with a shaky voice.

Frostbite released his grip on Ryuji, causing him to fall to the ground on his butt with an audible thud. The snow villain looked down at the Yakuza crime boss. "Make sure you're not followed. I want the weapons at our hideout before dawn. Got it?" Frostbite says in a threatening tone.

"Crystal." Ryuji shakily says.

Frostbite turned around to walk towards the exit before turning around to face the Yakuza again. "By the way," he starts. "which one of you is named Hakaru Koroki?"

Everyone turned to a single man with a large scar on his cheek. "Uh… I am. Why?" he asks.

Before anyone could say anything, a giant spike emerged from the snow and impaled Hakaru from the groin to the head. For a split second, he gurgled blood before eventually dying of his wounds; everyone stared at the brutal death that Frostbite just caused with horror in their eyes, their pupils shrunken and shaking. The giant spike suddenly disintegrated as Hakaru's corpse fell to the ground, staining the white snow with red blood. All eyes then turned towards Frostbite, only to realize that Frostbite was no longer there.

The Yakuza was left all alone with a body in their warehouse while the brutal, notorious snow villain fled the scene without going noticed by any of the gangsters.


Frostbite and many Z.E.A.L. members stood in the alley as a truck backed up into it. The back doors suddenly opened, revealing many members of the Yakuza along with numerous cases mostly likely filled with weapons. Hikari, nicknamed Nova by the organization, approached one of Ryuji's trusted men. As men walked into the hideout, a single female member looked at the gangsters with fear in her eyes before turning to the two major players of Z.E.A.L..

"We have AK-47's, AR-15's, UMP's, MP-5's and other various rifles. RPGs, Bazookas. Flash bangs, stun grenades, live frag grenades, smoke grenades and concussion grenades." Ryuji's man says. "As you can see, we have an arsenal of weapons on our hands smuggled across sea. You can get any job done with these weapons in a matter of minutes and not only that but they are one hell of a threat."

"These will do nicely." Hikari replies. "How much do we owe you?"

The man shifted in his position before nervously replying, "It's on the house." he says.

"Christmas miracle." Hikari says with a cheeky smile on her face. "What about body armor?"

"Got those in the back, too."

"And you will be joining us on our operations?"

"That was the deal your boss made with our boss. We supply you guns for protection from the heroes."

"And you remember what happens if you betray us, right?" Frostbite suddenly asks.

"Yes, I'm fully aware. I was there when you threatened Ryuji and killed Hakaru." the man replies.

"Good." Frostbite says as he walks back into the hideout.

The man turned to several Yakuza members unloading equipment from the trunk. "Okay, people! Get all of this equipment into the restaurant ASAP! We don't want a random civie spotting what is happening in this alley, do we?"

Hikari followed Frostbite inside the building. "I can't believe you managed to scare the Yakuza clan into giving us their weapons. Not only that but you managed to have them join our organization. That's at least 200,000 more members!" Hikari praises the snow villain.

"You do what you have to do in order to survive in this world, even if it means making deals with criminal organizations. Besides, it's not like nothing can hurt me. After all, I'm untouchable both figuratively and physically." Frostbite boasts with a scowl on his face.

"Makes you the perfect leader of this group." Hikari replies. "Soon, the whole world will know who we are and we will have our revenge on what it did to us."

"Understand, Hikari. This is only the beginning." Frostbite tells his comrade.

Both Frostbite and Hikari looked up from the doorway at the nighttime moon, which illuminated it's light from the sun onto the city below.


(Number of deaths in this chapter: 23

Overall Casualty Count: 202

If you're confused why there were 23 deaths in this chapter when I only showed one, allow me to explain. In the last chapter, Yuki killed 17 people during his music montage. 4 of which were Pro Heroes. In the beginning, it's explained that he killed 26 Pro Heroes. 26 minus the 4 from last chapter is 22. The last one is quite obvious.

Can you believe it? Yuki, who was once a meek student with a bunch of hatred and anger built up inside him, has a body count of over 200! I'm the author and even I can't even believe that! Well, to be frank, one of the death's wasn't even caused by him. His grandmother was the first death in the entire story, not counting Yuki's parents, and she wasn't even killed by Yuki himself. I guess the plaza casualties kind of count since Yuki was the cause of death but didn't really directly kill them. He just caused a lot of destruction to property that eventually fell and killed some civilians.

Does destroying property that kills people count as an indirect or direct kill?... No, genuine question. I'm not so sure myself. I'm sure there's a college class that's about that subject. Maybe psychology or criminal investigation or, I don't know. I'm a Film Major! How am I supposed to know?!

I just wanted to say that I'm surprised by the high body count. I should mention that I don't plan all of these deaths. They're just randomly generated in my mind and I get surprised by the high amount I write. If it helps, I'm trying to not write that many deaths and start including severe injuries with survival more often… Don't know if that helps.

Anyway, a major plot point happens in the next chapter and let's just say… Actually, I'll just write in the author's notes in Chapter 13.

Also, to clear up any future confusion, Ryuji is NOT the leader of the Yakuza but is instead a major player of the clan/gang.

Okay well… That's it.

KOKBYE!)