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As I walked through the dark streets of Tokyo, my black twintails swaying with each step, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The once vibrant city was now a desolate wasteland, overrun by the undead hordes that had risen from their graves after the mysterious outbreak. I had lost count of how many days it had been since the world went to hell.
Despite my fear, I pushed on, driven by a determination to survive and protect those I cared about. My eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and empty, haunted by the memories of all that I had seen and experienced during this nightmare.
I spotted the neon lights of a small bar in the distance and made my way towards it, hoping to find some semblance of safety and maybe even a glimpse of hope. As I entered, I was greeted by Lin, the enigmatic boss of the 3rd Street Saints gang, who regarded me with an air of curiosity and suspicion. "What brings you here?" he asked gruffly, his voice like a razor's edge.
