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    “O, wicked souls. O ye shadows that creep and crawl through these forsaken streets," I continued. "Mark well my presence, for I am the nemesis of depravity and infidelity, the sentinel at the gates of treachery. My cloak of night, woven from the sorrows of those fallen before me, I rise — an unyielding shield against your malevolence!"


    "Each tear that falls from an innocent’s eye. Each cry that pierces the night. Each serves to fortify my resolve," I declared. "In the name of the aggrieved, the silenced, and the downtrodden. I vow to uphold justice. I vow to punish those who prey upon the weak. I vow to protect the sanctity of life and innocence!"


    "Let those who bring darkness to these streets tremble at my approach," I whispered, my voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken promises. "For I am the light that will pierce through their shadows, the shadows that will swallow their sins. The flame that will burn away their corruption. I stand as a protector of the helpless, a guardian of the innocent.”


    That this sackless gaggle of losers just picked the wrong neighborhood to fuck with.”


    Yomotsu-Shikome.


    whole lot of pent-up anger. And if these jerks thought they could just waltz into my neighborhood, snatch people up, and not get their butts handed to them on a paper plate, they had another thing coming.