𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ✧ 𝐒. 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 [𝟏]

𝐯. silverfinger

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ⋅ ∙ ∘ ─── 𝑇𝑊
𝗔𝗖𝗧. 𝟰

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟

⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓, 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄. He was telling the four the story of where those samurai creatures came from, as Allison cleaned the wound on her father's head.

"His eyes were glowing." Scott said, as he and Harlow sat in front of Argent.

"There was something almost ritualistic about it- like it was looking right into his soul." Argent said. Allison continued to clean his wound as he talked.

"That's the same thing it did to me." Isaac said, making Harlow look at Argent.

"And me." Harlow said, making Argent look between the two.

"That's what they did to everyone." Allison said, making Scott shake his head.

"Not everyone. They only came after the Werewolves." Scott said, causing Allison to look at him.

"And Lydia." Allison said, as she went to put a bandaid on her father's wound.

"Anyone with a connection to the supernatural." Argent said, making Issac look at him in confusion.

"Then who was the guy they went after in Japan?" Issac asked, making Argent glance at him.

"A Kumicho- a Yakuza boss. It was my first gun deal. I was only eighteen, and it was supposed to be a simple exchange... Except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being Yakuza." Argent said. "He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to, uh... improvise."

"Or, your ability to survive." Allison said, making Argent clench his jaw.

"The moment the sun came down, it was like they just materialized out of the shadows. They had swords- not curved like katanas, but straight, black steel, like ninjatos." Argent said, as he thought back to the night.

"What did they want?" Scott asked, making Argent close his eyes.

"To get to the Kumicho. They cut down every living thing in their way." Argent said, making Issac look at Harlow.

"Did they mark him like they did us?" Isaac asked, as he gestured between him and Harlow.

"Not exactly." Argent said, slightly shaking his head, making Harlow touch behind her ear.

"What was he?" Scott asked. Argent shrugged slightly.

"I don't know. But, there might be someone who does. There were a few others who survived that night. One of them was a man named Katashi. They called him 'Silverfinger' because of an unusual prosthetic." Argent said. "And it looked like he was getting ready to take them all on himself. I've known for a while Katashi was in the country. I spent yesterday tracking him down."