On that night, Masami had ventured down the Smuggler's Steps one more time, except he was alone and his guild master was nowhere in sight. That man taught him how to hunt down criminals for justice, and Masami isn't the type to let new knowledge go without any sort of application. His mask was brought back to him, now worn at the side of his head. Thus, while the night was still eerily cold and quiet, he ventured down the steps to continue where he left off. Because Tomoe will not be here, then there's no reason to hold back... is that correct?
The only lights that lead his way were the stars in the sky, and then the moon that lit up so brightly. His only light source was the mana-infused flame that spun around his left pinky, leading his way; Masami wasn't afraid of how far he'd go in the area, because now he was confident enough that nobody is a better fighter than Tomoe Tanaka, and witnessing that live act inspired Masami enough to walk a path alone. "Let's see... we have three hours." he reminded himself: three hours enough to live or to die. That would be his last timer before he leaves Myras City, perhaps forevermore. After three hours, this burst of flame, now above Masami's head, will disperse into nothingness – reminding Masami that time is up. Thus, he continued to walk... not to mention, barefooted. The cold floors chilled even Masami's spine up to his whole head, because they took that single wooden slipper from him. Unlike Cinderella, Masami himself is coming back for the wooden slipper, even if it means hurting his own.
Finally, after fifteen minutes, he met eyes with a rogue whom vanished into the darkness right after spotting the foreigner. He had started to call the others using signals, but Masami already had uttered the word: "Superbia." thus letting the demon soul possess him, finally taking form of another person... no, this person was still him, albeit the demon had taken over. Because Masami was willing, the contract had been signed. His long, wavy blond hair reached his waist, and now even his clothes uttered a white color; embellished in sanguine gems and golden frames, Masami was free to move whenever.
"Not so fast." he told himself, dashing through the darkness and picking up the same rogue – unexpectedly, that said rogue's head was caught in Masami's grasp, and even Masami himself was surprised that he had caught him. Then, the boy threw this rogue with force, surprised by the strength that he 'borrowed' from the demon. The rogue's ribs made crackling noises when he finally met the floor, and Masami was kind enough to let him breathe for a moment. "Where are your friends?" Masami asked, lowering down to meet the rogue's eyes once again, but he kept looking away and was unwilling to answer. "Where are your friends?" the Joyan asked once more, but the rogue truly did not want to answer. In return, his eyes were plucked by two fingers, in which Masami swiftly drifted in the two holes without hesitation. The rogue, aware that he was not innocent at all, screamed in pain and cried a pool of blood. The sight to Masami, at the moment, was absolutely... satisfying? Was that the right word? If his guild master was here, perhaps Masami would not do this because of the fear of being disliked and... feared. To be feared by many, at the moment, felt underwhelming to Masami, as if it simply was not even enough.
Then, he stood up – blood still dripping off of two fingers, being surrounded by complete darkness. "How come your friends are not coming to save you?" he asked, believing that it isn't his fault if he wasn't being understood due to language barriers. These people are criminals, and Masami isn't convinced that they shouldn't be in pain like this. Justice; the pain being inflicted upon them are still not enough to match the victims they exterminated. "Shall I let you live a little longer?" in these moments, the one being in such pain would have begged for their own heads to detach from their bodies... at least, that was how the scripts went. Finally, his instincts reacted, how swift they have been is not enough for Masami. Although they were running towards him, all at once, Masami had enough time to move the Momijigari in front of his face. "My... how swift my enemies have been."
「-30% WC reduction via Intelligence.」