House Of Tears

The night has become old. Bright signs light up the world like artificial suns. A samurai walks down a street. He is a thin man. His small size wouldn't intimidate anyone. But his speed and accuracy could beat any strongman. The unnamed samurai walks like he has a large burden dragging his small frame down. All of a sudden he stops. Turning to his left, he sees an alley with a figure standing at the end. He turns and enters the alley. The two figures stare at each other. Time stops. The world is still. A single drop of rain plummets to Earth and lands between them.