<i>In a large, bustling city like tokyo it often seems the city itself is alive and breathing, its people the blood pumping through its beating heart. It would be difficult to find anywhere secluded at almost any point, much to the chagrin of a certain tall, grey-haired man. Without knowing the place well, he wanders aimlessly, looking for places less and less crowded as his eyes slowly drift shut. The man manages to keep himself awake long enough to find an area that, while still well-maintained, doesn't seem to have any lights on, and the city's noise is much more muted from here. Satisfied, the man finds a relatively comfortable spot in one of the alleyways, sits down, and drifts off to sleep. That was a mistake. It wouldn't be too long until a group of low-level thugs found him, a foreigner in what they considered to be their territory. The man is awoken with a bat to the face as a group of five are gathered around him, two holding pistols, two knives, and the one wielding a bat who seems to be their leader</i> Lead thug: Looks like you're finally up, you should really know better than to sleep in someone else's turf <i>The man blinks for a moment, his eyes slowly adjusting as he wakes to look around the group before him, before he really gets his bearings he's struck again</i> Leader: Hey hey hey, keep your eyes on me. We'll make sure to teach you a lesson. If you can still walk afterwards that is