Serurora’s POV.
We walk the streets of Tokyo, blood splattered on my face and neck. My hair is braided and hanging down over my right shoulder. People don’t even look up as the three of us walk towards the area where the mansion is.
Right now I feel and look like Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games, with swords against my back instead of a bow and quiver. My feet are silent against the asphalt the closer we get.
The area changes from the hustle and bustle to calm and quiet. The trees are in a spring bloom right now and they are beautiful. Spring in Japan is always a sight to behold.
We walk up to the black gates and members of the yakuza are walking around the property and two men are stationed at the gate.
“Tatsuki bosu ni ai ni kimashita.” (I’m here to see Boss Ryuki.) I say an
