You stare blankly across the street as the sun reflects a prism of light from your Katana that is resting upon your lap. Your hair blowing is gently in the afternoon breeze. Suddenly a flock of birds retreats into the sky from a tree nestled across the street from where you have settled. In the brilliance of your Katana you see a dark figure perched upon the rooftop of the building in front of you.

You spring from your resting place just as a bullet causes the vase with a simple rose in it that was directly behind your head to burst into violent shards of twisted glass. The wars have begun; the streets are in chaos; wars have broken out in all walks of life and sides have been choosen. Which path will you lead?
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