"Hey Masako, guess who's gonna be movin' in soon!" It's neighbor bullying time.
Masako pulled out a kitchen knife, wielding it with both hands — a hardened warrior, a venomous snake — prepared to strike when proven necessary. In these past few weeks, she’d learned things she never thought possible. She had seen the darkest parts of the hearts of man, fighting through them with all of her might until her knuckles were bloodied and her legs refused to support her weight any longer. Stumbling through life on her own flimsy values, broken and bloodied and brittle — and for what?
To this, the stalwart soldier speaks:
“You better stay the fuck away from my steaks, Damiwan.”











