Setting
Also referred to as the commercial district of Yamijima. The Business area provides the people of Yamijima as well as tourists with a glimpse of city life with its large mall and lavish shopping districts and countless entertainment options. The business area is also a favorite hangout spot for teenagers in Yamijima.
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Yamijima Island - 06/03/2011.
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Business Area - Yagiri Towers - 10:45 PM
The Devil's Ambition
In the middle of the Business District of Yamijima, one tower was taller than the rest. Housing a seemingly endless number of independently own businesses, this steel and glass giant hovered above all other skyscrapers. This architectural model, a massive pyramid shaped edifice was commissioned and funded by one man: Seiji J. Yagiri. It was a true testament to what the power of one man could do. It was only right that his office resided deep within this structure. On the 50th floor, situated dead in the center of the pyramid, this crimson eyed fellow's loft-like office sat. It was homey in design. One wide room, a kitchen in one corner, a bookshelf along a raised platform towards the western wall. A sitting area in the center, complete with lounge style leather chairs and a circular coffee table. His desk was in the far back, just a few feet in front of the glass wall that marked the southern end.
Moonlight poured through as the curtains were drawn back. Luna bathed his room in her alluring light and lent his pale white skin a silvery glow. The man sat back in his black leather office chair and with his left leg crossed flamboyantly over his right, cradled a decaying, eroding skull. The human remain was clearly old; one could tell from the number of missing teeth, cracks along the temple and nose depression, and yellowing tint. But still, this guy kept it, and never let it out his sight for long. Ol' Red Eyes licked his lips as he watched the empty streets below--specifically the street lights. They flickered on and off until finally, they went black. Sure enough, each and every bit of electricity cut off in the office. This blackout obviously pleased him, as the man suddenly erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
He jumped out of his chair with the skull in hand, and gleefully leaped over towards the massive glass wall. Pressing his face and his free hand against the glass his body trembled as if he were aroused. "Such a gorgeous, still night!" The erratic man spoke with his face a mere centimeter from the glass, "Enigmatic Luna blankets her weary people in her loving quilt of silver. Yet the snore when they should shiver. Lights that once provided security blacken, those who live in in impurity will be flattened!" His breath coated the glass in thick white fog with each new verse of prose, "Shadows, Nightmares, Sinners!” Suddenly he spun around on his heel, and embraced himself with a powerful hug, “These beautifully disgusting humans scream out in a mighty tenor! They traverse this realm of my design but there is no true exit, they will find.” Suddenly, the poet looked exhausted, as he calmly stepped back towards his desk. He shoved his chair out of the way and leaned over the wooden thing.
On the desk there was an envelope. There was no visible return address, but written on the front there was a ‘To Zekkai Dakkumeru’. With contempt in his eyes, Zak swatted the thing to the ground. And then he kneeled, just enough so that he could be eye level with that skull that sat on his desk now. With a furious certainty, he whispered:
“For I am divined. I am a God!”
I am a God…
He pulled out his phone, accessing the web, he typed in the address. WWW.FUKUSHUUNETWORK.COM.
[Towards The Nightmare.]
The Devil's Ambition
In the middle of the Business District of Yamijima, one tower was taller than the rest. Housing a seemingly endless number of independently own businesses, this steel and glass giant hovered above all other skyscrapers. This architectural model, a massive pyramid shaped edifice was commissioned and funded by one man: Seiji J. Yagiri. It was a true testament to what the power of one man could do. It was only right that his office resided deep within this structure. On the 50th floor, situated dead in the center of the pyramid, this crimson eyed fellow's loft-like office sat. It was homey in design. One wide room, a kitchen in one corner, a bookshelf along a raised platform towards the western wall. A sitting area in the center, complete with lounge style leather chairs and a circular coffee table. His desk was in the far back, just a few feet in front of the glass wall that marked the southern end.
Moonlight poured through as the curtains were drawn back. Luna bathed his room in her alluring light and lent his pale white skin a silvery glow. The man sat back in his black leather office chair and with his left leg crossed flamboyantly over his right, cradled a decaying, eroding skull. The human remain was clearly old; one could tell from the number of missing teeth, cracks along the temple and nose depression, and yellowing tint. But still, this guy kept it, and never let it out his sight for long. Ol' Red Eyes licked his lips as he watched the empty streets below--specifically the street lights. They flickered on and off until finally, they went black. Sure enough, each and every bit of electricity cut off in the office. This blackout obviously pleased him, as the man suddenly erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
He jumped out of his chair with the skull in hand, and gleefully leaped over towards the massive glass wall. Pressing his face and his free hand against the glass his body trembled as if he were aroused. "Such a gorgeous, still night!" The erratic man spoke with his face a mere centimeter from the glass, "Enigmatic Luna blankets her weary people in her loving quilt of silver. Yet the snore when they should shiver. Lights that once provided security blacken, those who live in in impurity will be flattened!" His breath coated the glass in thick white fog with each new verse of prose, "Shadows, Nightmares, Sinners!” Suddenly he spun around on his heel, and embraced himself with a powerful hug, “These beautifully disgusting humans scream out in a mighty tenor! They traverse this realm of my design but there is no true exit, they will find.” Suddenly, the poet looked exhausted, as he calmly stepped back towards his desk. He shoved his chair out of the way and leaned over the wooden thing.
On the desk there was an envelope. There was no visible return address, but written on the front there was a ‘To Zekkai Dakkumeru’. With contempt in his eyes, Zak swatted the thing to the ground. And then he kneeled, just enough so that he could be eye level with that skull that sat on his desk now. With a furious certainty, he whispered:
“For I am divined. I am a God!”
I am a God…
He pulled out his phone, accessing the web, he typed in the address. WWW.FUKUSHUUNETWORK.COM.
[Towards The Nightmare.]
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