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12:37 AM, October 10th, 2025
The Abandoned South Dock, Tokyo
The air in the derelict fisheries warehouse was thick with the smell of salt, rust, and tense anticipation. Rain lashed against the corrugated metal roof, a constant, drumming backdrop to the soft clicks of weapons being checked. Figures clad in dark clothing moved like ghosts through the cavernous space, their footsteps echoing faintly.
At the center of it all, a makeshift command post was set up, illuminated by the cold blue light of a tablet. Kirishima Honda stood, a mountain of grim authority, his hands clasped behind his back. His voice, a low rasp, cut through the ambient noise, addressed to the lieutenant before him.
"The elimination of Kenji Soma is paramount," he stated, his eyes, like chips of flint, sweeping over the shadowy forms of his men. "Above all other things. He is the head. Sever it, and the body dies. Is that understood?"
