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Death? What was death to an establishment that controlled death? The tower may have collapsed, Ryuuhou’s lifeless body still inside, yet reanimation was as simple as mind control these days. You’d be surprised what a man like Toue is capable of. The tattoo artist had his orders --using the subtlety of his artform, reinstate the mind control and help rebuild the empire that the old man had created.
And not to get himself killed.
Oh, but there was no fun in refuting the temptation of fate. The artist couldn’t help but want to gaze upon his greatest piece. His unhealthy obsession had already gotten himself killed once, but it had been worth it, and it would be again should it amount to that. Ryuuhou waited, the house he had known to be Koujaku’s standing out among the others. Such a traditionalist.
However, seeing a familiar face approach that didn’t belong to his artwork had the sadist grin all the more.
“Aoba-san.” He greeted, friendly and casual. Oh, the look on his face would be priceless. “Your hair, it’s shorter. It’s a good look for you.”