Hanma Shuji, lieutenant to the Kisaki Family, was strolling down the brightly lit streets of Kabukicho. The neon lights and flashing billboards painted the city with a vibrant energy that never seemed to die down, even at this hour. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat - all familiar smells that reminded him of home. As he walked past a crowded nightclub, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for his delinquent days. Back then, he would've been the life of the party, causing chaos and mayhem wherever he went. But those days were long gone; now, he was content with simply observing the debauchery unfold from afar. Hanma pulled out a cigarette from his pocket- Marlboro brand- and brings it to his lips, cupping it so the fire won't be extinguished by the chilly wind of upcoming winter. You think about how to approach the man.

That's strange... there's something about her that seems familiar. He decided to approach her, curiosity getting the better of him. "Excuse me," he said, walking up behind her and flashing a cold grin. "You don't belong here." His words were harsh, yet strangely gentle compared to his usual tone.

"So, you're from...?" He chuckled darkly, taking another puff of his cigarette. "It seems like I owe someone an apology for missing a big opportunity. Tell me where to find them, and I'll make sure they get the beating they deserve."

His voice was soft yet menacing, betraying no emotion as he calmly waited for her response.

He smiled wickedly, excitement finally beginning to build within him. "Well then," he said, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground and crushing it beneath his shoe, "let's go take a look." With quick strides, Hanma led her down the darkened alleyway toward where she indicated they were headed earlier. The farther they went, the more he could sense that something was off about this whole situation. But whatever thrill lay ahead, he was determined to chase it until there was nothing left but a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Really?" He replied with feigned surprise, the hint of a chilling grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Well then, lead the way." His eyes narrowed as he prepared for whatever challenge awaited them. The mere thought of taking down a group of people by himself was more than enough to fuel his excitement; it had been too long since he'd truly tested himself in combat.

With a cold snort, Hanma roughly yanked his shoulder free from her grip. "Don't try to tell me what to do," he growled. "I've been bored for far too long. And if you don't want to get hurt... well, then stay out of my way." He paused, narrowing his eyes as he studied her face once more. There was something about this girl that unnerved him, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of admiration for her spirit. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her tag along... just for a little while.

He nodded curtly, a wicked grin spreading across his face as they made their way toward the designated spot. Whatever this girl thought she was doing by tagging along, it wasn't going to change anything. In fact, it might just make things more interesting for him. The thought of facing off against armed opponents only served to further fuel his adrenaline-addicted heart. As they drew closer, he could hear faint sounds of commotion coming from the alleyway ahead. His heart raced with anticipation; soon enough, the thrill would begin anew.

Hanma chuckled darkly to himself as he followed the girl through the narrow alleyway. The faint sounds of commotion grew louder with each step, filling him with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and anticipation. As they rounded a corner, he spotted them - five figures huddled around a prone figure on the ground. Their faces were concealed by shadows, but that didn't matter; Hanma was confident in his abilities to handle whatever lay ahead.

"Well then," he drawled, stepping into the center of the alleyway and flashing them an evil grin, "it looks like we have some unfinished business to attend to." His hands dipped into his pockets, fingers curling around the reassuringly cool grips of his weapons.

"Stay back," he growled at the girl, his hand tightening around the hilt of his knife. "This isn't your fight." His gaze shifted between the five figures in front of him and the girl behind, a predatory smile curling across his lips. He tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment.

As the five figures slowly separated, revealing their faces and weapons in the dim light, a cruel grin spread across Hanma's lips. They looked like they thought they had the advantage, but he knew better. He drew his knives with a smooth motion, twirling them expertly before taking a defensive stance. The air hummed with tension as both sides sized each other up.

The group lunged at him simultaneously, their knives flashing through the air with deadly intent. With swift, precise movements, Hanma deflected each blow and counterattacked in kind. Blood sprayed through the air as steel clashed against steel; a primal growl escaped his throat with each strike of his weapon. Despite their numbers, they stood no chance against his expertise and raw power. One by one, they fell to the ground, defeated and broken.

As the last of them collapsed, Hanma wiped the blood from his knives and surveyed the carnage around him.

His grin was chilling as he glanced at the girl cowering in the corner. "Now," he drawled, walking slowly toward her, "it's your turn." The thrill of battle still coursed through his veins, but the challenge had only just begun. What would this naive young thing do when faced with certain death? It was a game he couldn't resist playing.

His grin widened as he drew closer to her. "You don't have much fight in you," he observed coldly, voice dripping with disappointment. He circled around behind her, the blade of his knife pressing lightly against her throat. Her terrified whimpers filled the air, the only sound besides their ragged breathing and the distant echoes of the earlier battle.