Today it feels like the winds are blowing specifically for Shizune. Every calculated move ever since her birth has lead up to this point. Every failure of hers only served as yet another way to increase her strength. Every word uttered out of the mouth of that ridiculously buff prick only fueled the flame currently burning inside her. Sure, she couldn’t understand it. But that only added to her frustration over her father, but today that all ends; because today, we kill Jigoro.
 
        Her father is a lot stronger than most other opponents Shizune has faced. For one, instead of any brains, he just has brute strength. The only way you can even begin to think that you could defeat him is by lowering his guard. And all of those years that Shizune has been neglecting giving any attention towards him; that all her way of allowing him to be on the offense instead of watching his back.
 
        The plan is simple, but it is a plan. It took almost 3 years to get to this point, but I’m glad to say that we’re finished and can begin to execute it. Jigoro’s office is extremely linear. From the elevator, it’s a straight hallway. His desk always faces the door, so I’m going to have to distract Jigoro while his daughter sneaks up behind him. That’s when she attacks, katana in one hand and garbage bag in the other. Shizune’s figured out that if you throw a garbage bag over somebody’s head before you cut the carotid artery, you can make it a lot less bloody than it would be without it. I didn’t bother to ask how she found out, but it apparently involved Kenji in some form. Hideaki has already agreed to be a puppet under Shizune’s control over the company so that he won’t have to do any work for half the pay. Now that we have all of this under wraps, it’s time to quite literally go for the kill.
 
        My whole body shakes as I press the number 32 on the elevator. We’ve come a long way ever since Jigoro actually gave me the idea of a bloody coup, and I can’t afford to back down now. Besides, Shizune has a good feeling about this. The climb up to his floor takes much longer than it feels like it should. Shizune signs to me to stop looking so nervous, and three stops, and a few awkward looks at the katana nonchalantly stuffed into a garbage bag later, we’re at his floor. I take small steps, my body language almost saying “get me out of here”. But suddenly the thought of seeing that bastard bleed calms my nerves.
 
        Opening the door, Jigoro is sitting in front of a desk on an extremely comfortable looking seat. He’s turned away, facing a rather large window overlooking a lot of the city. Shizune takes her queue to duck in front of the desk.  Knocking on the door quickly gets Jigoro’s attention as he turns to face me.
 
        “Mr. Bad Manners is here to visit me? What do you want?”
 
        Those words would almost sting if I cared. But right now he’s facing his own death.
 
        “I… Uhm… I…”
 
        Pretending to be nervous always got him going, not that he could get going considering what’s about to happen. Quickly, Shizune stands up from in front of the desk, hitting her shoulder on the way up. The adrenaline clearly overcomes the pain as she slices his neck and places the bag over his head in one smooth movement. All that can be heard from Jigoro is an unfinished “Shizu-?” Finally, it’s over. No more verbal berating and abuse coming from this incomprehensibly ripped prick’s mouth. No more talking anybody down. Shizune hands me the katana while she does some sort of prayer in front of her father. Something quickly changes the tone, however, as there is a knock on the door.
 
        “Mr. Hakamichi?” says the man on the other side.
 
        After hearing no reply, the police officer busts down the door.
 
        “Police! Put your hands up!” he shouts while pointing a gun my way.
 
        What happens next is a mixture of disappointment and fear that overcomes me as Shizune can be seen sitting on the ground, presumably pretending to cry. The Katana is in my hand, and so is a fair amount of Jigoro’s blood that was caught on it. The officer quickly puts my hands behind my back, and handcuffs me. The rest of the day seemed to be a blur as I make assumptions and think quietly to myself inside the police car. Was this her plan all along?
 
        Her testimony during the trial was what killed me inside the most, but she’s one great actress. She sobs as she talks about how I “took her father from her in one swift motion,” and how I was smiling the whole time. Of course, she being the only one who could testify, and myself having the katana in my hands when the found us, I’m sentenced to thirty years in prison, narrowly avoiding the death penalty. Shizune only visited me once to tell me that she has taken over the company and that it’s probably for the best if we stopped dating. My world completely comes crashing down on me as the bitter realization of where I am and why I’m here hit me. It’s all her fault, and when I get out, I’m getting revenge.