Note (10 February, 2020): Fixed some word errors, Thanks Semar for the warning.

I made this fic yesterday and I don't know how to use the site yet, but I had this idea in my head for weeks so I decided to write a crossover between Nasuverse and 177013.

Warning: Gore and Violence.

It was exactly two-thirty in the morning, while Ryokan wondered why he was still at work, everyone had already left, leaving him alone in the office, the only sources of light was his monitor that bothered his eyes and the lights of varying colors between blue, yellow and purple that belonged to neighboring buildings.

Ryokan scoffed at his current boss, while organizing his desk paperwork, his former boss ran the company perfectly until he became senile and passed his company on to his son who was studying abroad, an arrogant man with no administrative skills to take care of a company, that was considered the richest in Okawa, after the current boss took over in less than 3 months, the company almost went bankrupt, his father had to move his puppets so as not to lose something that he built his whole life in irresponsible hands of his son.

Ryokan was very old in the company, he worked for about twenty years, with the years his appearance had changed too, before he had dark brown hair, now he had almost no hair on the top of his head, only a few gray strands that he combed aside, while on both sides of his head there was more concentration of hair behind his head, brown eyes with dark bags due to his sleep deprivation, he wore a white long-sleeved shirt half open in the chest area and soaked with sweat because he had no air conditioning in the office, his tie was bent and his black pants were tightly stuck to his skin because of the sweat.

Taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes with his fingers, Ryokan looks at the clock on the wall next to the water fountain and says exactly two-fifty, Ryokan got up and started tidying up his desk, throwing everything that was useless in the trash next to it, papers, copies among others, organized the paperwork and more important things and kept everything in a folder.

"I deliver this in the morning" Picking up the house keys, Ryokan turned off his computer and picked up his briefcase, and headed towards the office exit, but Ryokan heard a strange noise that came just behind in the middle of another room.

Turning quickly, a little sleepy, Ryokan looked through the other rooms of his co-workers, more quickly came to the conclusion that maybe someone had left his things badly organized, it was common for employees to leave in a hurry and leaving disorganized desk was common some things to fall out of table.

Suddenly Ryokan felt a strong pain in his left thigh and a not so loud noise echoed in the room, feeling something rushing into his leg and leaving quickly before he could understand what had happened Ryokan screamed in agony and fell to the ground.

A little confused yet with unbearable pain, Ryokan looked at his thigh with difficulty and the vision made his stomach drop, his leg had been mutilated, a pool of blood was already forming on the floor, the only thing that connected his leg to his body was a thin muscle in the shape of a string, while Ryokan tried to move his leg, swinging sideways and the other like a rag doll.

Looking in the direction where what pierced his leg came from, Ryokan saw a woman with shoulder-length dark brown hair with red streaks, she had beautiful and peculiar blue and sharp eyes, a medium height and very light skin, but something peculiar was the state of his face, well bruised and with his left purple eye as if he had gone out in a fight, wore a black overcoat (The Boys style), a white shirt without prints, black jeans and black boots, Ryokan had the impression that he had already saw that woman somewhere, a nostalgic sensation.

Beyond her appearance, had something else caught Ryokan's attention, that which she was holding and was probably what had taken her leg off, a shotgun with a silencer.

The woman walked over to where Ryokan was and grabbed his left shin and put her foot on his stomach and started to pull making Ryokan scream in sheer pain, the sound of the muscle being pulled, the flesh being pulled slowly away also didn't help much, until finally woman tore off his leg, blood spurting everywhere, Ryokan's moans of pain were the only thing that could be heard in the room.

Ryokan tried to crawl across the floor pathetically towards the exit by making a trail of blood wherever he went, crying in pain and begging to stop, he was almost out of the room in the middle of the door before the woman grabbed him. one hand the collar of his shirt and pull it back into the room, Ryokan tried to use his nails to hold on to the floor, but it was no use and his nails were coming off leaving small traces of blood.

The woman in a superhuman force throw Ryokan through a room breaking the glass window, the Man fell to the floor and felt the shards of glass entering his skin, hands and temples.

Ryokan tried to stand with one leg, trying to ignore the pain, but before realizing the woman was already in front of him and grabbed him again by the collar with one hand, and threw him again into another glass window.

"Come on, retaliate. I didn't think it would be that easy" the woman's voice was cruel and cynical, but Ryokan remembered having heard that voice somewhere before, screamed suddenly when he felt the woman grab him by the hair and pull him to the window that faced the building, she hit his face hard, and again, and again, each hit a piece of glass entered his face and head until the window was purely stained with blood and cracked.

The woman then released him and let Ryokan slide through the glass leaving a trail of blood.

" Come on don't you remember me ? " the woman's voice was cynical as if it was all a joke, Ryokan raised his face all bruised with pieces of glass all over his face.

"W-Who..are...you ?" The woman put her hand in her pocket and Ryokan felt a sense of fear, but he was confused when she pulled on a pair of glasses and put it on her face and then that was when that feeling of fear became dread.

"Daddy, you don't remember me ?" The voice was monotonous unlike that shy girl he once called his daughter.

"S-Saki .." The girl smiled at her father, not a shy smile, much less cheerful, it was a malicious smile, the girl named Saki kicked her father in the nose hitting his head in the glass, Ryokan could feel some cuts if forming on the back of his head. Grabbing his hair strands she then started to drag her father's face into the splintered glass, Ryokan screamed when the shards of glass entered the cheek in his right eye, his eyebrows, Saki rubbed Ryokan's face up to thirty seconds before releasing it.

Ryokan's face was all bleeding and his leg was still ripped off by a firearm, trying to stand and failing, breathing like a dog, Saki left the shotgun on a side table, grabbed her father by the collar with her right hand.

"You have other accounts to settle and it's up to the Devil" and then Ryokan felt something pierce his groin, it was a knife, in a vertical movement from top to bottom, Saki cut from the groin to the neck dropping the intestines on the floor and squirting blood on her face and her clothes, she finally pushed his body harder through the broken window and her father's body fell from over twelve meters high.

Saki wiped the blood off her knife and put it in her pocket, took her Remington 11-87 from the table and headed towards the exit, leaving behind a scene that would be classified in a horror movie.

Saki is a mix of other characters like:

Anton Chigurh (No Country For Old Man)

Billy Butcher (The Boys)

Punisher (Marvel)

Kiritsugu Emiya (Fate Zero)

and John Wick (John Wick) with cruelty refinement

I will try to keep this fic as realistic as possible within the standards, although Saki can use Magecraft, She will be powerful but not invincible. She will have to use strategies and other ways to get out of her situation.

The next chapter may come out today or maybe tomorrow, I'm really excited to see how far I can take this fic.

if the writing is weird it is because I am Brazilian, I do a proofreading but I can leave something without correcting.