Heavy bootsteps echoed as Vincent entered a short alley, the moon glowing in the black sky overhead. His clenched fist trembled. He'd been told that "all known" entry points would be continuously monitored, but considering he'd only ever been through one passageway into the other world, he was pretty sure they'd only pinpointed one.

Vincent exited, and looked overhead at the wine-red sky. They couldn't send transmissions interdimensionally, meaning he was alone with his thoughts and the automatic shotgun he removed from his duffel bag. Japan's gun laws were unbelievably strict, but government sanctions provided him with firearms delivered right to his doorstep. The masked man loaded a fresh drum into the machine, and slung a hefty greatsword over his back. Even these would be enough for the grunts littering the streets, weak offscourings that needed to swarm to take down even a human.

A shadowy figure seemed to peek around the corner before receiving a full blast of buckshot to its face. Yanking the pin of a grenade out with his thumb, the Executioner strolled towards the center of town, firing at anything that dared to present itself. Tonight's execution had begun, and fire would herald his coming.