The black helicopter hovered over Shinjuku Station, with the Black Judge sitting inside, looking down at the Tokyo night. The city was shrouded in pitch-black mist, as if even the lights were being absorbed.
What should have been the world's largest metropolis now lay silent as a tomb, with hordes of Corpse Ghosts roaming the long streets, as if the gates of Hell had swung open and the Evil Spirits were roaring out.
"Last time we messed up, this is our only chance."
The White Judge was biting a lady's cigarette, puffing smoke, and softly said, "The members of The Order of the Hidden must be found. I've never seen the old Family Head so angry. If we fail again, not even death will be a light punishment. Who would have thought that after more than two hundred years, someone would dare make a move against the old Family Head."
For the two Judges, this mission must not fail.
The driver sat in the car, smiling, "They really must be tired of living, right?"
