Kazuki entered a desolated back alley as the sun was setting, casting an orange hue over the sky. In the dimness of the alley, he spotted two figures. One wore casual clothing, while the other was clad in a loose-fitting black nylon jacket.

They were shouting at each other, both bruised and covered with cuts, their clothes stained with blood. Kazuki hid behind a dumpster, observing the scene with a mix of fear and curiosity. The weird feeling still lingered within him.

It looked like both of them had a scuffle, and were now taking a pause to curse at each other.

"You think you can just walk away after what you did?" the man in the nylon jacket spat, his voice dripping with venom. He gripped a long tactical knife, its blade gleaming faintly in the fading light.

The other man sneered, his hands poised in a claw-like formation. "You're a fool if you think you can stop me," he retorted, his voice equally hostile. Suddenly, a yellow glow enveloped his fingers, forming sharp, translucent, yet hollow claws, which augmented his hands..

Kazuki watched in horrified fascination as the tactical knife began to emit a dim white glow. He was so focused on the weapons that he almost missed the transformation in the men's eyes: the knife-wielder's eyes glowed white, while the other's eyes turned a menacing yellow, his sclera shifting to black.

With a sudden burst of speed, both men lunged at each other, their weapons clashing violently. The alley echoed with the sound of metal meeting energy, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Kazuki's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to keep up with the ferocity of the battle. He had never witnessed anything like this before. Their battle was like a beautiful dance, it was flowing like a river.

"You bastard!" the man with the knife growled, slashing at his opponent's midsection. "I'll make you pay for what you did to my brother!"

The other man blocked the attack with his energy claws, sparks flying as the two energies collided. "Your brother was weak, just like you," he taunted, his yellow eyes flashing with malevolence. "This ends now."

More blood spattered their already stained clothes, and the intensity of the fight escalated. The man with the knife swung his glowing weapon in a wide arc, aiming for his opponent's head. The other man parried with his energy claws, their movements a blur of deadly precision.

“You shouldn’t have come here alone, you fool.” The man with yellow claws said.

Kazuki's breath caught in his throat as he watched the two men exchange blow after blow. Suddenly, the man with the tactical knife brought his free hand up, and a white ball of energy formed in his palm. He hurled it into the air, and in an instant, the alley was flooded with a blinding white light. It felt as if the sun had descended into the narrow space, obliterating all shadows.

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"Die!" the knife-wielder shouted, his voice echoing through the alley.

The light was so intense that Kazuki had to shield his eyes. When the light finally faded, he blinked rapidly, his vision slowly adjusting to the returning darkness. The scene before him was gruesome. The man with the yellow claws lay decapitated, his head several feet away from his body. Blood pooled around the lifeless form. The man in the black jacket was also dead, his throat pierced by the other's claws. The alley was a macabre tableau, the ground slick with blood.

Kazuki's legs felt weak, and he had to steady himself against the dumpster. The sight was horrifying, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away. The reality of the violence he had just witnessed made his stomach churn, and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. The once vibrant sunset now felt eerie and foreboding, casting long shadows over the grisly scene.

As he took a shaky step back, the silence of the alley was deafening. The brutal clash of energies, the searing light, and the blood-soaked aftermath all left a haunting impression on Kazuki's mind. The world seemed to stand still, the weight of what he had just witnessed pressing heavily on his shoulders. If he saw himself in a mirror right now, he would’ve seen a dim, red glow in his eyes.

Kazuki forced himself to breathe, his mind racing. He needed to get out of there, to distance himself from the horror. But the image of the two fallen men, their final moments etched into his memory, would not leave him.

Kazuki's legs gave out beneath him, and he sank to the ground, his body trembling with fear and shock. He wanted to run, to flee from the horrific scene before him, but a strange, insatiable hunger gnawed at him, urging him to approach the carnage. The sight of the blood and the mangled bodies called to a dark part of him he didn’t understand, while his rational mind screamed at him to get away.

An internal turmoil raged within him. He wanted to go closer, to inspect the gore and perhaps satisfy this bizarre craving. But the part of him that was still sane fought back, pushing him to keep his distance. He was paralyzed, caught between two conflicting urges.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps snapped him out of his stupor. A few people emerged from the shadows, their presence sending a chill down Kazuki's spine. Instinctively, he ducked behind the dumpster again, peeking out cautiously.

There were three of them, but one stood out as their leader. His demeanor was different, exuding an aura of authority and fear. He moved with a confidence that suggested he was no stranger to violence. The other two men flanked him, their expressions hard and unreadable.

The leader had long chestnut-colored hair, reaching his shoulders. The menacing, vertical scar on the right end of his lips, and the dead look in his brown eyes made him look like someone to be feared by.

The leader's eyes scanned the scene, taking in the decapitated body and the man in the black jacket lying lifeless on the ground. Kazuki held his breath, trying to remain as silent as possible. But then, the leader’s gaze shifted, and their eyes met for a brief, heart-stopping moment. The man’s lips curled into a smirk, a look that sent chills all over Kazuki's body. His eyes widened and his heart rate increased.

Panic surged through Kazuki. He knew he had been spotted. Abandoning any pretense of stealth, he bolted from his hiding spot, sprinting away from the alley and into the busy streets. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breath came in ragged gasps as he weaved through the crowd, not daring to look back.

Kazuki ran until his legs felt like they would give out, not stopping until he was far from the alley and the terrifying figures within it. He ducked into a small, quiet park, collapsing onto a bench. His entire body shook as he tried to process what had just happened.

“What the fuck.” He said to himself while panting heavily.