Two men, both in luxurious white suits, approached one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in all of New Tokyo. One of the men was clearly of Kusarian birth, and the other, clearly a Libertonian. They approached a specific house at a specific time, and specifically rang the doorbell at that specific time. The Kusarian man faced the other, while still keeping an eye on the door.
"Are you sure this is the one?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes... I am sure."
"But.. What if it's not?"
"But it is."
"Are you sure?"
"Gimme a break... Of course I'm frakking sure!"
"Alright.. But hey I'm just saying that i-"
The door quickly opened, showing a smiling middle-aged kusarian man, but upon seeing the duo at his doorstep, he attempted to shut the door. The well dressed kusarian man shoved the owner of the house back inside, and immediately began hurling his fists at his face while having him pinned against the wall. The middle aged man shrieked several times, and tried to fight back, but it was to no avail. The angry kusarian had him by his neck and was now flinging him across the room, breaking all the rich merchandise.
"WHERE IS HE!?"
He pinned him against the ground, and held his fist in the air.
"TELL ME!"
"I don't know! I don't know!"
Clearly even more aggravated, the kusarian man threw the victim out of the back glass window, bringing shards of small jagged pieces to the floor. The assaulter walked towards the now crippled man on the grass outside.
"I'll ask you once more.. Because I do know who you are. And i do in fact know you know who i am and that i know you know i know who i am and who it is i seek."
"Wh.. What?.. I honestly don't know what you're talking about! Please stop!"
The helpless victim crawled backwards on the floor, fear in his eyes. The fear grew with every step the Kusarian killer made, making the other's heart beat faster and faster. The Libertonian man from before approached his friend, and handed him a katana blade. He unsheathed it, and held the the blade above the poor helpless victim's head.
"I once had a sensai... A very intelligent sensai... You know what he used to say? Well I'll tell you.. He used to say that every man was born with a pre-set true friend, and a soulmate.. And that if.. IF someone.. Ever! EVER! Were to take away that already determined friend or soulmate.. Then that person who did such a thing.. would have hell reigned upon him! And that this broken person.. will FOREVER seek to take his revenge! And to take! TO TAKE THE LIVES OF COUNTLESS MEN! Of countless men! Until.. until that one person is found.. And executed..."
The crippled man on the floor continued to crawl backwards, but the katana still sat above him.
"Wh.. Wh.. What the hell is that even supposed to m-?!"
The man stopped crawling, and the fighter plucked his katana out of the victim's head. The Libertonian and Kusarian walked out of the house, closed the door, and began strolling out of the neighborhood.
"I'm not sure that was the right house."
