[b][u]Neo-Tokyo[/u][/b] [u]Poetic Justice[/u] [b]The masked figure stood on the roof of a tall building, the rain pelting his fancy and well polished suit. He screwed a silencer onto his pistol, seeing his target of interest walk into his view. This guy runs the trafficking ring for all prostitutes. He'll pay in blood, the figure thought, preparing to jump down and get to work.[/b] http://www.deadbeatspanel.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/4850894-4125865923-ab7b69.jpeg