Bunraku Page #5

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Recon circumstances.

But I went from alive and kicking

to alive and limping.

- And it taught me a great lesson.

- Great lessons.

Are often found in defeat.

Love is temporary.

Hope is eternal.

There is no hope, everything is a

circle.

You know...Life is not all about

fighting.

Come on now, you know that ain't

true.

I can see it in your eyes.

So...

Guess we're up.

I can't loan you the money.

I'm sorry.

These are tough times to trust a

stranger.

But let me warn you.

If you get in my way before I

finish what I came here to do...

That goes the same for you.

So, he lives in a countryside.

And the name's Nine Killers are

like some ancient clan.

- Killers? - When Nicola first came to

power, he led a small gang of only 9 men.

And they became known as The

Killers.

No matter how big Nicola grew, no

matter how powerful he became...

He always continued to keep 9

killers around him.

When one dies or retires...

Nicola inducts a new no. 10 in his

place.

And if they want to advance in the

ranks...

They fight between themselves.

Like vicious watchdogs...they are

his close circle.

His elite force.

These guys are always with him in

his mansion.

And the rest? The Red Suits?

Well, they keep alert at camp.

Where they're all seduced in

training.

Rumor has it, he's got his own

little army out there.

Where is this place?

It's out east in the forest.

Past the mountains.

And between caves and cliffs and

waterfalls.

Nobody knows exactly.

Those who belong, would never talk.

And those who don't...know better

to even ask.

And to top it all off...

No one actually knows what he looks like.

He never shows his face in public.

He never goes some?

People here only know him by his

costume.

What costume?

Long black cape...

And a broad brimmed hat.

Angel of death.

Symbolic to some.

- We're here, Sir.

- Send her in.

Look how beautiful you are.

I remember the day I first laid

eyes on you.

You remember that day?

One might say...

You possess a great enthusiasm.

The opportunity to escape a life of

mediocrity.

It puzzles me.

nothing but a cold high prized whore.

And yet...

I'd be sitting next to you,

unbeknownst to the onlookers.

And I would marvel at your smile

the most.

As if you possess some higher truth

about life.

Truth only shared by the strongest

of men.

And the most beautiful of women.

Was I imagining that?

So why do you look so miserable

lately?

At the very moment when I'm about

to bestow upon you?

The eyes of a man can bestow on a

woman.

At the very moment when the world

is about to see...

That you are much more than a whore

to me.

If I wanted to be that...

I would've stayed where you found

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