FakeMary is pretty good man.

Officer Mary Ryan was tired.

She'd been on duty for a week straight, working overtime. Geese's gang was up to something, they were snooping around the undersides of bridges and seemed to be setting up some shady deals. The SouthTownPD was investigating them… which meant Mary was investigating them. She had been on stakeout for what felt like an eternity, and when gang activity finally died down - and she had set her mind on a few days off, some slasher decided to pay SouthTown a visit.

Ugh… what the hell is this…

So this cold, drab morning, Officer Mary Ryan had dragged herself out of bed at 4 in the morning to observe a alleyway murder scene by the light of the pale dawn. Two bodies, a man and a woman were hunched up together beside a dumpster. Both were mauled beyond recognition, as if by a wild animal. It was difficult to see where the woman ended and the man began. Gore splattered the floors and walls, as if the killer was trying to make some artistic statement. It was truly a sick display of violence. She almost gagged just looking at it.

"Detective… their livers are missing."

"Their livers? Torn or cut?"

Several officers were already on scene. One - Officer Johnny saw her and called out to her. Mary put away her disgust. She switched out of civilian mindset, put on her work-brain, and approached the scene with nothing but deduction in mind. She snapped on a pair of nylon gloves and kneeled down to scour the murder scene for evidence.

"No ma'am, cut out. Look, do you see this?"

Someone shone a flashlight into the man's guts and pointed.

"See? Right here. A clean incision, like a scalpel. It's not a wild animal. It's the guy from last night. Freeman came out to kill again. He also took the livers... We've gotta get him… we expedited the DNA test, but unfortunately there's no match on file. You gotta wonder what sorta sick bastard he is."

"Freeman?"

"Oh, Sorry Ms. Ryan. That's the nickname we've given him - since victim #1 was on Freeman St."

"Ah. Understood."

Mary frowned and squatted down to peer at the deceased's injuries. Some of the body was bludgeoned with tremendous force. Other parts were slashed to ribbons as if by the sharpest of knives. Upon closer observation, even the bone had been sheared through like butter. Was this murderer wielding a lightsaber or something? wait...

Livers… cutting… excessive violence… isn't there somebody who talks about livers a lot… think Mary…

The Gears began turning in her head. She… yeah, she had a hunch… and she dearly hoped her hunch was wrong. She stood and turned to one of the attending officers, hugging her coat a bit tighter about herself as she did.

"Johnny, you said you found a sample for DNA? What was it."

"Hair, ma'am. Although there's no ID, we do know the killer is a male."

Mary nodded.

"What color?"

"Red."

"How red?"

The officer frowned at her. Evidently he didn't know where this line of questioning was headed.

"How red? Uh, Pretty red, I guess. We originally thought it was because it had been soaking in blood, but when we cleaned it, it was actually dyed."

Mary squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. There were several people in SouthTown that the police department simply did not touch. One was Geese Howard. The Police chased his flunkies around, but they never dared to go after him directly. It was simply too dangerous. Another, Terry Bogard - although there was never a need for the police to take him in for anything… finally there was probably the scariest one of them all.

Because Geese had his business to run, he didn't screw around that much. That man could probably level a block if he wanted to, but even he had shareholders to pander to and contracts to abide by. Terry - although ridiculously strong - was a good guy who's only fault (concerning the law) were his tremendous amount of unpaid tabs.

Iori Yagami?

That bastard was entirely unhinged. Zero accountability. Zero responsibility. Known for his excessive violence and tremendous ability. Mary had seen the reports of what he had done to the NESTS facility in Iceland. He had melted the place into a pool of molten steel. There was no way the SouthTownPD could take him on… at least not without the backing of the US military.

Damn...

But there were a select few who could…

Normally, Mary was quite prideful. She liked to handle work on her own. She tended not to rely on outside help for her own jobs… but for this situation, she would call whoever she needed to… because if Iori Yagami had decided to go postal… he'd have to die. Someone needed to put him down - and Mary was smart enough to know SouthTown PD weren't up for that job.

She sighed and turned back toward the entrance of the alleyway. She pulled out her phone, placed a call, and barked orders to the other officers as the dial tone rang.

"It's Yagami… Clean this place up and send me a sample of that DNA. I'm going to confirm with overseas. Do not engage under any circumstances, understood?"

The officer looked shocked. Of course he did. Iori was quite friendly with the police around these parts. These guys didn't know how insane their 'noise complaints buddy' could be.

"What? You mean Lorry? No way…but-" The officer mulled over the prospect, then grimaced. "Oh, damn… if it's really him, then... fuck."

Mary nodded at him and walked out of the alleyway.

After a moment,

*Thank you for calling Kagura Pharmaceuticals Executive Department, how may I direct your call?*

Iori threatens to eat ppl's livers a lot.