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As John walked toward the sound of voices for answers, a shadow figure walked beside him. It was a pale man in a hooded jacket. A man named Azrael. John had seen him in his nightmares and in his adventures for the last five years. As time went on, their encounters became more frequent. It didn't matter where he went, he was bound to run into Azrael. Nobody else had ever seen or interacted with Azrael, as far as John knew, but Azrael seemed to know things that John couldn't possibly know. Perhaps the pale man was a sign on John's dive into insanity, or perhaps he was something else.

"Surely you didn't suspect you would wrestle your way from me?"

John just ignored him, spying the figures of several others in the distance. One appeared to be wielding samurai swords. John wasted no time in concluding that The Daimyo's men had dragged him here. In John's time, "The Daimyo" was a major gang leader who John had killed, but not before slaughtering his best men. 

"You're far from home, John, but perhaps this is where we meet, you and I." Azrael was holding a scythe this time as he followed John "These people, their capabilities are far beyond yours, and you won't realize until its much too late."

Not considering Azrael's warning, John rushed from the darkness as quietly as he could and swung an axe downward at Jayden's head.