Yoshiki looked at three guns being pointed at him. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
The universe seems to want him dead. He put so much effort into escaping alive but for what, to die in some dark alleyway just because he couldn't hold his hunger. He looked up at the sky, wondering if there was someone up there laughing at him.
["Host?"]
"Daisuke, you're back, no time to talk, I'm thinking."
["You can spin for a weapon"]
"I know that, but with my luck, it's a sure guarantee I will die here, besides I have a massively destructive weapon in my pocket."
["What weapon?"]
"Shhh, no time to talk, remain quiet until I'm done."
["Yes host"]
Yoshiki put his left hand inside his jacket pocket while giving what he hoped was his most charming smile, "Can I interest you gentlemen in
