Post by Raiden Ishimori on Oct 27, 2018 21:22:56 GMT -5
Date: October 24, 2018
Location: Osaka, Japan
{The past few nights in Osaka had been unsettling since Raiden’s outburst in Hirakata and what didn’t help the situation was the fact that he had cut off contact with those around him, even Kohei who was trying to play negotiator in the mess they were still trying to break out of but nothing seemed to be working other than continue to buy time in the hopes that the Akagawa Family hadn’t killed off Tenya, leaving the atmosphere cold with discomfort and rage at their failure in trying to get one of Bone Cold’s closest friends back from enemy hands. Out of frustration, Raiden had been causing disturbances the past two nights with the aid of the metallic bat he had with him, going around and smashing windows, cars, almost any inanimate object he could find he would destroy if he could without remorse. Four years ago he had felt the same feeling of sorrow when the quintet of Yakuza he called friends had been killed off by Otojiro Akagawa and his cronies and in the present, he was starting to feel the exact same way as his anger was pent up inside him mixed with an unspeakable amount of fury that could only be concocted into volatile destruction should he snap.}
{Tonight, however, was more of a night to just unwind and walk around the city then actively do anything. After all, he had a flight to catch within the next couple of days and tiring himself out was the last thing on that list given the stiff competition he was pitted against along with the devilish structure that accompanied them. Taking his time to think it over, he dragged the metal bat behind him, audibly scraping the sidewalk as they aimlessly wandered the city. Rather than walk around the bustling areas where cars were practically seen in absolute clusters of traffic jams, Raiden had managed to meander his way over to the quieter sections of the city where it was really more of a slums area than something more urban. Unbeknownst to him, he had crossed into Yakuza territory as several suited men kept giving him looks while others whispered among one other, pointing out the Lone Wolf.}
Raiden (muttering): “Into darkness...just accept the darkness...accept defeat…”
Jin: “Raiden my boy!”
{The talkative member of the Akagawa Family clasps his hand on Raiden’s shoulder with a wide smile but the latter appears to ignore it and continues to press on while mumbling to himself.}
Jin: “Hey, Raiden! Buddy! Friendo!”
Takuma: “Let him be, Jin.”
{The brutish stature of Takuma loomed over the two as the three walked along with Raiden continuing to ignore the Yakuza’s presence. The bat continued to scrape and bounce along the sidewalk with radiant pings while Jin tried to keep the pace with Raiden.}
Jin: “Takuma told me what happened in Hirakata. That was pretty cold, man! You just left your girl standing there alone after going off on her? That’s pretty hardcore! I can see why you got the moniker of Bone Cold now.”
Raiden: “.....”
Jin: “I ought to shake your hand on that one because you’re just making everything easier at this point but then again, I’ll hold back a bit because it wouldn’t be right of us to just snatch that maiden away during a dark time like this. Am I right, Takuma or am I right?”
{The strong Yakuza rolls his eyes at the question, earning a snide laugh from Jin.}
Jin: “You still remember what we’re asking of you, right Mr. Wrestler?”
Raiden (monotone): “...win the X*Crown…”
Jin: “Ding ding ding! Right on the money! Just prove your worth and we’ll leave you and all your friends alone as if nothing happened whatsoever!”
Takuma: “Jin…”
Jin: “What? It’s the truth ain’t it?”
Takuma: “You’re getting us looks from the other Yakuza skulking around here.”
Jin: “So what? They’re nowhere near the top of the food chain like us. Akagawa Family is Ichiban, Takuma. Ever since Otojiro’s son took over, people haven’t been able to keep up with us since the changes that he implemented. That Satoshi kid sure is smart for his age.”
{Turning around, Jin faces the groups of men spread out across the street, hands cupped around his mouth.}
Jin: “Hey, low-tier Yakuza! Akagawa Family runs this bitch so you all have permission to suck our-”
{Just as Jin was about to finish, the sound of metal meeting flesh and bone cuts through the air like a knife, blood flying up with some of it landing on Takuma. Jin initially stumbles forward for a quick second before falling face first onto the pavement, blood continuing to pool out of his head as a wave of silence washes over the street. A look of shock rests on Takuma’s face, eyes quivering as he slowly turns to Raiden. In the man’s clutches, the metallic bat sits held in both hands, blood dripping from the end. Sharply, he looks up at Takuma, who shockingly backs off in fear.}
Raiden (nonchalant): “You’re welcome for the favor.”
Takuma: “...why would you do that? Do you have any idea as to how much further you’re falling down the rabbit hole?!”
Raiden: “Bitch...I’ve been stuck in this rabbit hole for four years. The last thing I needed was a man constantly calling out to me from the top in order to taunt me into climbing out. Besides, you looked like you were getting tired of having to follow his chatty ass around.”
Takuma: “You dare stain your hands like this?!”
{Raiden shoots Takuma another cold glare that forces the man back even more. Normally, there would’ve been a brawl to follow but the atmosphere tonight was something vastly different compared to their previous encounters. With a smirk, Raiden flourishes the bat before slamming the blood-soaked end against the sidewalk with a resounding smack.}
Raiden: “Blood has been on my hands for a long time, Takuma. Just like how I spoke yesterday, I blame myself for my friends dying in the Yakuza world because I could’ve stopped them yet I chose not to. I was weak, afraid, and nothing but a tag along for them. Sure, we had some great times but their demises...I’m partially responsible for. Their blood stained my hands that Christmas night and the fact that it took me nearly half a decade to realize my stupidity has only ensured that my hands will never be clean again. I can only stain them even more whether it’s with Yakuza blood or blood of the wrestlers I take part in combat with. In this day and age, change is nothing but a word but at times, it does have its moments.”
Takuma: “You call this change? You’re only signing your death warrant! Satoshi is sure to send people after you now and what of your friends then, huh? Have you lost all care for them and just decided to throw caution to the wind?”
{The cold demeanor on Raiden’s face remains locked in place, his focus not leaving Takuma. Chuckling, he hoists the bat up from its position and rests it over his shoulder before breaking out into full-on laughter. Instead of it sounding happy and joyful, it came out as dark and sinister as he points the bat at Takuma.}
Raiden: “I’ll leave you to figure out the answer to your own question, Takuma, but know the man who you first encountered days ago is no longer the same, caring soul he once was. If I want to combat your so-called Family and ensure freedom from this hellish reality, then it means I’ll have to embrace the darkness from here on out. Just like my dead friends, they embraced the darkness and didn’t look back...now I’ll know what that feeling was like when they tarnished themselves. What it means to be part of the shadows, to have the evil inside spread throughout your body…”
Takuma: “You’re a fucking madman.”
Raiden: “Aren’t we all. Well, if you excuse me, I got some preparations to take care of. Have fun dealing with whatever Yakuza crap you got on today’s agenda.”
{He pivots on his heels, continuing his trek down the street with the bat dragging behind him. Casually, he begins whistling to himself while Takuma starts tending to Jin, trying to stop the blood from streaming out of the man’s skull. In a flash of anger, the big man sharply turns his head in Raiden’s direction, screaming out at him.}
Takuma (furious): “You know damn well there will be hell to pay, Ishimori!”
{In an immediate response, Bone Cold simply flips Takuma the bird before disappearing into the darkness further down the street, leaving only the faint sounds of the bat hitting the surface as evidence of his presence before everything once again falls silent on the street.}
{The scene opens up to the darkroom from the past recordings with audible noises of objects being smashed in the background with occasional grunts. A mannequin suddenly tumbles into the dim light with the name “Jack Diamond” inscribed on the forehead. As quick as it appeared, it’s suddenly crushed by the bat that rains down on it, leaving it to look like a crushed soda can. A solid boot sends it flying out of the frame, the camera now catching the full detail of the bat with dried blood clinging to the blunt end. Near the edge of the shot, bloodstained fingers rest on the handle of the bat. Before long, Raiden is crouched down in front of the camera, resting the bat across his lap.}
Raiden: “Video entry number three. October 25, 2018. Three more days until End of Days falls upon Croke Park and we witness an absolute bloodbath unfold in front of bloodthirsty fans with cameras catching all the action and spotlights shining down on those in the ring. Total annihilation is set to take place inside that complex created by a devil’s pawn but it is something I shall call home once I step inside it. No longer am I afraid of the darkness, no longer am I afraid of the spawn of hell, no longer will I be a simple man that has spent years wallowing in his own sorrow over his deceased friends. Instead, I will be the bloodthirsty wolf I was always meant to be. The one who tears away enemies’ flesh, breaks their bones, mangles them beyond recognition.
{He sadistically licks his lips.}
Raiden: I will be the judge, jury, and executioner in Ireland. I will be the one who puts out the flame that is Jack Diamond. The boy from North Carolina who has seen it all, and had it all, and reclaimed it all...only to stumble onto the wounded wolf’s path. How unfortunate that the boy with the acquired silver spoon in his mouth is always getting himself in trouble with wild animals that he knows are far too dangerous for him to handle. Remember Night of Champions, Jack? You just let me beat on Steele while you stood off to the side like the scared Carolina boy that you really are. You watched a wolf tear away at its prey and did nothing at all to try and gain an upper hand while it was distracted. I guess the rich really are the weak in this scenario and Sunday, in Ireland, is the night I prove that statement by breaking your spine, cracking your head open with my partner-in-crime, and taking that coveted X*Crown straight out of your Icon tainted hands. Spilling your blood in that complex is just going to be the main course that I feast on but taking that sweet championship gold from your waist is what the real icing on the cake is going to be.”
{He runs his hand along the end of the bat, meticulously tapping his index finger against the bloodstained section.}
Raiden: “Blood is something I’ve found myself rather accustomed to these days. Whether it’s mine or my foe’s, it’s no difference. Most would normally freak out at the sight of it but to me, it’s just a part of life. You get hurt, you bleed, time heals the wound, and you move on. But what happens when the bleeding never stops? For example, Ember Ferrari’s bleeding love for Jack Diamond although we are with Jack in not wanting to be paired up with a hairy abomination of woman such as Ember. No one is looking for a sasquatch to be their significant other and can you imagine the thought of having such a hairy freak being the XHF’s number one? Preposterous, right? Then again, there’s always a first for everything and we might be surprised. One such first is Ember’s cherry getting popped and I’m not talking about what most of you perverts are thinking, I’m talking about squishing that freakazoid’s head in with this bat and ensuring nothing more comes from her other than blood. By the way, SSS, consider this a favor because I know your owner has been wanting to get rid of Ember for a long time so allow me to do the honors by taking that mutant out.”
{He stands up from his crouched position and rests the bat on his shoulder, taking a few steps forward. Lifting the camera up, Raiden carries it with him as he walks to an unknown destination, a slight smirk resting on his lips.}
Raiden: “As much as I would love to discuss the old dog that is Price and how much he needs to be put down, or the stereotype believer that is Akeed, or even that nobody in GUNS, Charlie Velez, there is one person I want to wrap things up with and its someone who’s been on my mind since Night of Champions. You guys know...the guy who nearly left me brain dead with a peg leg a.k.a Richard Steele a.k.a Jackson Steele. Or you could even call him the discount Ricky Jackson for all we know given his porn career but I think he’s doing a fine job of embarrassing himself with his past like that and now he’s talking about how he’ll be champion and that he’ll be the one to pin Jack. Thing is...Jackson Steele ain’t worth jack.”
{He lets out a faint chuckle.}
Raiden: “What good has this guy done in recent times other than rescue the shortest AXW Undisputed Champion and wrestle against that burnt out bastard Anomoly? Nothing. Absolutely nothing worth remembering other than all that hot garbage and playing as the filler with Adolescent Virgins Anonymous or whatever the hell they’re called. Steele may be winning that battle and hell, he won last year’s End of Days tournament but he will never be a real winner in the XHF. I don’t care what titles he’s held in the past or what accolades he has to boot other than those stiffy awards but I know for a fact that he will never be X*Crown Champion because the Lone Wolf is looking to gain retribution in the form of bloodshed. You made me bleed and Sunday, I’ll get you to show me your blood, Jackson. Ever since you gave me those battle scars those months ago, I’ve been waiting to get back at your sorry ass for kicking me down like that. Kick at me again, and I’ll be biting your whole leg off as compensation for Night of Champions and watch you bleed and suffer whilst I claim that title you’ve been striving to win. End of Days marks a new beginning in the XHF...a beginning in which these bloodstained hands of mine take hold of what should’ve been mine before. This time, I will be the one standing atop the mountain, howling in victory as my head is held above those who will wallow in failure and shame. I hope you guys will be ready to embrace the darkness as I have because after Sunday...there will be no light for any of you to go to...only the shadows…”
{Adjusting his grip on the camera, Raiden maneuvers his hand to its side, pushing the power button and the screen immediately turns to black, ending the recording.}
Location: Osaka, Japan
{The past few nights in Osaka had been unsettling since Raiden’s outburst in Hirakata and what didn’t help the situation was the fact that he had cut off contact with those around him, even Kohei who was trying to play negotiator in the mess they were still trying to break out of but nothing seemed to be working other than continue to buy time in the hopes that the Akagawa Family hadn’t killed off Tenya, leaving the atmosphere cold with discomfort and rage at their failure in trying to get one of Bone Cold’s closest friends back from enemy hands. Out of frustration, Raiden had been causing disturbances the past two nights with the aid of the metallic bat he had with him, going around and smashing windows, cars, almost any inanimate object he could find he would destroy if he could without remorse. Four years ago he had felt the same feeling of sorrow when the quintet of Yakuza he called friends had been killed off by Otojiro Akagawa and his cronies and in the present, he was starting to feel the exact same way as his anger was pent up inside him mixed with an unspeakable amount of fury that could only be concocted into volatile destruction should he snap.}
{Tonight, however, was more of a night to just unwind and walk around the city then actively do anything. After all, he had a flight to catch within the next couple of days and tiring himself out was the last thing on that list given the stiff competition he was pitted against along with the devilish structure that accompanied them. Taking his time to think it over, he dragged the metal bat behind him, audibly scraping the sidewalk as they aimlessly wandered the city. Rather than walk around the bustling areas where cars were practically seen in absolute clusters of traffic jams, Raiden had managed to meander his way over to the quieter sections of the city where it was really more of a slums area than something more urban. Unbeknownst to him, he had crossed into Yakuza territory as several suited men kept giving him looks while others whispered among one other, pointing out the Lone Wolf.}
Raiden (muttering): “Into darkness...just accept the darkness...accept defeat…”
Jin: “Raiden my boy!”
{The talkative member of the Akagawa Family clasps his hand on Raiden’s shoulder with a wide smile but the latter appears to ignore it and continues to press on while mumbling to himself.}
Jin: “Hey, Raiden! Buddy! Friendo!”
Takuma: “Let him be, Jin.”
{The brutish stature of Takuma loomed over the two as the three walked along with Raiden continuing to ignore the Yakuza’s presence. The bat continued to scrape and bounce along the sidewalk with radiant pings while Jin tried to keep the pace with Raiden.}
Jin: “Takuma told me what happened in Hirakata. That was pretty cold, man! You just left your girl standing there alone after going off on her? That’s pretty hardcore! I can see why you got the moniker of Bone Cold now.”
Raiden: “.....”
Jin: “I ought to shake your hand on that one because you’re just making everything easier at this point but then again, I’ll hold back a bit because it wouldn’t be right of us to just snatch that maiden away during a dark time like this. Am I right, Takuma or am I right?”
{The strong Yakuza rolls his eyes at the question, earning a snide laugh from Jin.}
Jin: “You still remember what we’re asking of you, right Mr. Wrestler?”
Raiden (monotone): “...win the X*Crown…”
Jin: “Ding ding ding! Right on the money! Just prove your worth and we’ll leave you and all your friends alone as if nothing happened whatsoever!”
Takuma: “Jin…”
Jin: “What? It’s the truth ain’t it?”
Takuma: “You’re getting us looks from the other Yakuza skulking around here.”
Jin: “So what? They’re nowhere near the top of the food chain like us. Akagawa Family is Ichiban, Takuma. Ever since Otojiro’s son took over, people haven’t been able to keep up with us since the changes that he implemented. That Satoshi kid sure is smart for his age.”
{Turning around, Jin faces the groups of men spread out across the street, hands cupped around his mouth.}
Jin: “Hey, low-tier Yakuza! Akagawa Family runs this bitch so you all have permission to suck our-”
{Just as Jin was about to finish, the sound of metal meeting flesh and bone cuts through the air like a knife, blood flying up with some of it landing on Takuma. Jin initially stumbles forward for a quick second before falling face first onto the pavement, blood continuing to pool out of his head as a wave of silence washes over the street. A look of shock rests on Takuma’s face, eyes quivering as he slowly turns to Raiden. In the man’s clutches, the metallic bat sits held in both hands, blood dripping from the end. Sharply, he looks up at Takuma, who shockingly backs off in fear.}
Raiden (nonchalant): “You’re welcome for the favor.”
Takuma: “...why would you do that? Do you have any idea as to how much further you’re falling down the rabbit hole?!”
Raiden: “Bitch...I’ve been stuck in this rabbit hole for four years. The last thing I needed was a man constantly calling out to me from the top in order to taunt me into climbing out. Besides, you looked like you were getting tired of having to follow his chatty ass around.”
Takuma: “You dare stain your hands like this?!”
{Raiden shoots Takuma another cold glare that forces the man back even more. Normally, there would’ve been a brawl to follow but the atmosphere tonight was something vastly different compared to their previous encounters. With a smirk, Raiden flourishes the bat before slamming the blood-soaked end against the sidewalk with a resounding smack.}
Raiden: “Blood has been on my hands for a long time, Takuma. Just like how I spoke yesterday, I blame myself for my friends dying in the Yakuza world because I could’ve stopped them yet I chose not to. I was weak, afraid, and nothing but a tag along for them. Sure, we had some great times but their demises...I’m partially responsible for. Their blood stained my hands that Christmas night and the fact that it took me nearly half a decade to realize my stupidity has only ensured that my hands will never be clean again. I can only stain them even more whether it’s with Yakuza blood or blood of the wrestlers I take part in combat with. In this day and age, change is nothing but a word but at times, it does have its moments.”
Takuma: “You call this change? You’re only signing your death warrant! Satoshi is sure to send people after you now and what of your friends then, huh? Have you lost all care for them and just decided to throw caution to the wind?”
{The cold demeanor on Raiden’s face remains locked in place, his focus not leaving Takuma. Chuckling, he hoists the bat up from its position and rests it over his shoulder before breaking out into full-on laughter. Instead of it sounding happy and joyful, it came out as dark and sinister as he points the bat at Takuma.}
Raiden: “I’ll leave you to figure out the answer to your own question, Takuma, but know the man who you first encountered days ago is no longer the same, caring soul he once was. If I want to combat your so-called Family and ensure freedom from this hellish reality, then it means I’ll have to embrace the darkness from here on out. Just like my dead friends, they embraced the darkness and didn’t look back...now I’ll know what that feeling was like when they tarnished themselves. What it means to be part of the shadows, to have the evil inside spread throughout your body…”
Takuma: “You’re a fucking madman.”
Raiden: “Aren’t we all. Well, if you excuse me, I got some preparations to take care of. Have fun dealing with whatever Yakuza crap you got on today’s agenda.”
{He pivots on his heels, continuing his trek down the street with the bat dragging behind him. Casually, he begins whistling to himself while Takuma starts tending to Jin, trying to stop the blood from streaming out of the man’s skull. In a flash of anger, the big man sharply turns his head in Raiden’s direction, screaming out at him.}
Takuma (furious): “You know damn well there will be hell to pay, Ishimori!”
{In an immediate response, Bone Cold simply flips Takuma the bird before disappearing into the darkness further down the street, leaving only the faint sounds of the bat hitting the surface as evidence of his presence before everything once again falls silent on the street.}
{The scene opens up to the darkroom from the past recordings with audible noises of objects being smashed in the background with occasional grunts. A mannequin suddenly tumbles into the dim light with the name “Jack Diamond” inscribed on the forehead. As quick as it appeared, it’s suddenly crushed by the bat that rains down on it, leaving it to look like a crushed soda can. A solid boot sends it flying out of the frame, the camera now catching the full detail of the bat with dried blood clinging to the blunt end. Near the edge of the shot, bloodstained fingers rest on the handle of the bat. Before long, Raiden is crouched down in front of the camera, resting the bat across his lap.}
Raiden: “Video entry number three. October 25, 2018. Three more days until End of Days falls upon Croke Park and we witness an absolute bloodbath unfold in front of bloodthirsty fans with cameras catching all the action and spotlights shining down on those in the ring. Total annihilation is set to take place inside that complex created by a devil’s pawn but it is something I shall call home once I step inside it. No longer am I afraid of the darkness, no longer am I afraid of the spawn of hell, no longer will I be a simple man that has spent years wallowing in his own sorrow over his deceased friends. Instead, I will be the bloodthirsty wolf I was always meant to be. The one who tears away enemies’ flesh, breaks their bones, mangles them beyond recognition.
{He sadistically licks his lips.}
Raiden: I will be the judge, jury, and executioner in Ireland. I will be the one who puts out the flame that is Jack Diamond. The boy from North Carolina who has seen it all, and had it all, and reclaimed it all...only to stumble onto the wounded wolf’s path. How unfortunate that the boy with the acquired silver spoon in his mouth is always getting himself in trouble with wild animals that he knows are far too dangerous for him to handle. Remember Night of Champions, Jack? You just let me beat on Steele while you stood off to the side like the scared Carolina boy that you really are. You watched a wolf tear away at its prey and did nothing at all to try and gain an upper hand while it was distracted. I guess the rich really are the weak in this scenario and Sunday, in Ireland, is the night I prove that statement by breaking your spine, cracking your head open with my partner-in-crime, and taking that coveted X*Crown straight out of your Icon tainted hands. Spilling your blood in that complex is just going to be the main course that I feast on but taking that sweet championship gold from your waist is what the real icing on the cake is going to be.”
{He runs his hand along the end of the bat, meticulously tapping his index finger against the bloodstained section.}
Raiden: “Blood is something I’ve found myself rather accustomed to these days. Whether it’s mine or my foe’s, it’s no difference. Most would normally freak out at the sight of it but to me, it’s just a part of life. You get hurt, you bleed, time heals the wound, and you move on. But what happens when the bleeding never stops? For example, Ember Ferrari’s bleeding love for Jack Diamond although we are with Jack in not wanting to be paired up with a hairy abomination of woman such as Ember. No one is looking for a sasquatch to be their significant other and can you imagine the thought of having such a hairy freak being the XHF’s number one? Preposterous, right? Then again, there’s always a first for everything and we might be surprised. One such first is Ember’s cherry getting popped and I’m not talking about what most of you perverts are thinking, I’m talking about squishing that freakazoid’s head in with this bat and ensuring nothing more comes from her other than blood. By the way, SSS, consider this a favor because I know your owner has been wanting to get rid of Ember for a long time so allow me to do the honors by taking that mutant out.”
{He stands up from his crouched position and rests the bat on his shoulder, taking a few steps forward. Lifting the camera up, Raiden carries it with him as he walks to an unknown destination, a slight smirk resting on his lips.}
Raiden: “As much as I would love to discuss the old dog that is Price and how much he needs to be put down, or the stereotype believer that is Akeed, or even that nobody in GUNS, Charlie Velez, there is one person I want to wrap things up with and its someone who’s been on my mind since Night of Champions. You guys know...the guy who nearly left me brain dead with a peg leg a.k.a Richard Steele a.k.a Jackson Steele. Or you could even call him the discount Ricky Jackson for all we know given his porn career but I think he’s doing a fine job of embarrassing himself with his past like that and now he’s talking about how he’ll be champion and that he’ll be the one to pin Jack. Thing is...Jackson Steele ain’t worth jack.”
{He lets out a faint chuckle.}
Raiden: “What good has this guy done in recent times other than rescue the shortest AXW Undisputed Champion and wrestle against that burnt out bastard Anomoly? Nothing. Absolutely nothing worth remembering other than all that hot garbage and playing as the filler with Adolescent Virgins Anonymous or whatever the hell they’re called. Steele may be winning that battle and hell, he won last year’s End of Days tournament but he will never be a real winner in the XHF. I don’t care what titles he’s held in the past or what accolades he has to boot other than those stiffy awards but I know for a fact that he will never be X*Crown Champion because the Lone Wolf is looking to gain retribution in the form of bloodshed. You made me bleed and Sunday, I’ll get you to show me your blood, Jackson. Ever since you gave me those battle scars those months ago, I’ve been waiting to get back at your sorry ass for kicking me down like that. Kick at me again, and I’ll be biting your whole leg off as compensation for Night of Champions and watch you bleed and suffer whilst I claim that title you’ve been striving to win. End of Days marks a new beginning in the XHF...a beginning in which these bloodstained hands of mine take hold of what should’ve been mine before. This time, I will be the one standing atop the mountain, howling in victory as my head is held above those who will wallow in failure and shame. I hope you guys will be ready to embrace the darkness as I have because after Sunday...there will be no light for any of you to go to...only the shadows…”
{Adjusting his grip on the camera, Raiden maneuvers his hand to its side, pushing the power button and the screen immediately turns to black, ending the recording.}
