Kamurocho, 1988. Rising yakuza Kazuya Mishima grapples with his tumultuous past. As a mysterious power lurks within him, Kazuya navigates the Yakuza underworld, his bond with childhood friends Kiryu, Nishiki, and Jun Kazama, and the haunting legacy...
Hush, my child, in shadows deep, Where secrets stir and darkness sleeps. A tale untold, a path untread, A dance with demons, in shadows' spread.
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The absolute blackness of the abyss enveloped Kazuya Mishima as he plummeted into the unknown. The air screamed past him, tugging at his body with suffocating force, but Kazuya's broken body no longer had any strength left to fight gravity's firm grip. It seized him with an unforgiving tightness, guiding his descent. The ferocious wind roared in his ears, drowning out any semblance of the world he once knew.
The child's body and his consciousness teetered on the edge of oblivion, and in the final moments before impact, fragments of memory danced through the shadows of his mind. Like a beacon against the tumult, a faint and distant melody emerged.
A lullaby, tender and haunting, carried by the phantom winds of memory. It was a song that his mother would often sing for him to quell his fears of the dark of the night. Now, as the ground rushed up to meet him, the spectral voice of his mother, Kazumi Mishima, whispered the verses of a lullaby that had cradled him in gentler times.
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Close your eyes, let shadows sway, Embrace the night, where shadows play. In depths unseen, a power lies, A shadow's secret, a devil's prize.
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The haunting melody wrapped around Kazuya like a fragile wings, and in the ephemeral lull between descent and impact, the warmth of his mother's voice caressed his senses. The timbre soothed him, a fleeting embrace that cut through the chaos with the tenderness only a mother's voice could convey.
In those fleeting moments, as the abyss drew him closer to the earth below, his mother's warm, maternal whisper accompanied him into the depths. The ground awaited, and in the final heartbeat before impact, Kazuya clung to the echo of his mother's lullaby.
"Mother," said Kazuya with his final breath.
With a shattering impact, the child's body collided against the unforgiving stone floor of the mountain's valley. Bones shattered, and pain reverberated through his small frame. The last vestiges of consciousness clung to the echo of his mother's lullaby, now a distant refrain, as darkness encroached upon him.
As the fractured pieces of his body settled against the cold ground, the final verse of the lullaby lingered in Kazuya's darkening mind like a poignant serenade to the fallen. The whispered words, laden with both love and foreboding, trailed away into the abyss, leaving Kazuya submerged in the shadows, alone.
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Rest now, my son, in shadows' keep, Where light may fade, and shadows weep. The iron heart, the demon's kin, In shadows deep, the dark within.
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As breath escaped him, so too, did the light from Kazuya's eyes. In the silence that followed, darkness claimed him, and the echoes of the lullaby dissolved into the void along with him.
