>>6005504It's a little hard for Nishina to think while she's busy stabbing (and being stabbed by) men in suits. But a little part of her mind is still thinking about something else. It's the only thing that part of her ever thinks about, every moment of every day. Revenge. The blood of the man who killed her brother. Mifune.
It's impossible to know for sure whether Mifune is here, now, in this building. Nishina knows that he came to America, to Heat City. But ever since she arrived here chasing him, every lead or clue she's followed has gone up in smoke. Other than the sheer volume of yakuza here, there's nothing to indicate that tonight will be any different.
And yet ... and yet.
Nishina knows that Mifune didn't just come to America for a business opportunity. She knows that he fucked with the wrong people back in Japan, and that he came here on the run, looking for a fresh start. He had to leave everything behind. Even his name.
Tokumei. It means "nameless".
Coincidence?
