Prologue: Absurd Aims

I was sitting alone in the bar I always go to and I was drinking vodka as usual, it's what I enjoy doing the most but damn it, my enjoyment is interrupted by tons of calls about murder crimes and who are the criminals? Of course they are Yakuza, but the government is silent about it, they are even afraid of them. The money I made all these years was not for solving cases, it was for keeping my mouth shut, but I am tired of that now, I am going to change that, I swear I will root out every Yakuza who causes me trouble because they don't deserve a peaceful death.
Now that my shift is over I can go home Damn, the streets are unwalkable because of the smell of cigarette smoke, it was a mistake to live in an uncanny place just because it's quiet. Anyway, I have to go home and start sewing costumes and thinking about how I'm going to commit my first murder.Should I wear a cape? No, I'm sure they'd think I was a nerd trying to play hero, but... What if I wear a suit? And a masquerade mask on my face, no one would think I'm a nerd... Ugh, I can't believe I'm acting like this is the only problem. Anyway, I wonder what kind of gun I should carry, something easy to carry and functional... Oh, man, a revolver and a knife will be fine. I'd better get moving now.I hide somewhere in the alley and started watching them ugh I want to kill these tattooed assholes right now.While I was lost in thought, someone bumped into me from behind and I was planning to look at him and say "watch where you're going!"

but when I looked at him I noticed something strange he was dressed just like me, but he was wearing a purple suit, not black, and it was obvious that he had a lot of knives and tools hidden all over his body We looked at each other for a while and he raised an eyebrow and asked me

"Who are you and what do you have here?"

I said, "I should ask you the same question."

He grinned slightly and started whispering in my ear

"Hey, I don't know who you are and you don't seem to want me to know, but I'll tell you why I'm here, but it'll be our secret, okay?"

"Depends on what you say."

"Enough. Anyway back to the topic, a few weeks ago I stole a TV from a guy's house but then I found out he was a Yakuza and they found out who stole the TV so basically I have to take them out before they find out where I'm hiding and kill me, what about you?"

What the fuck is this guy talking about? I would have arrested this guy by now if I was on the working hours, but I guess I could use some help right now.

"I've come to kill them too."

"Oh, why?"

"They are extending my working hours."

"Well, I don't think I have time to question that right now, so I'll ask you real quick, do you want to work together?"

I smiled.

"You better not get in the way, kid."

"Don't call me kid, you don't look older than me."

And so began our adventure together.