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Before he had loaded the last of his belongings, he had taken a walk to the village's main attraction: the pleasure house. This was easily the most well known feature of the town, both among locals and tourists, but it had also become its most important feature. And even after the fiasco with that guy who looked him, the kid named Hayato and the girl that danced here, the destroyed state they put the pleasure house into was repaired back to good as new.

So with checking his watch, he stepped inside. It was getting to be about that time, and taking his usual seat in the mezzanine that overlooked the entire first floor. With his unique red eyes, something he had heard its former owner refer to as a "nuregan", he was able to see past a myriad of surfaces, jutsus, kekkei genkais, and even a smidgeon of pre and retrocognitive advantages. So even with nobody present up here with him, he was able to see a man three rooms down was tampering with the chain to the huge stained glass chandelier that hung at the center of the first floor. Right about then too, Katsuo could also hear the staged argument between several men fighting. As was expected, the unsuspecting tourists and well rehearsed locals looked on at the altercation happening. Just before the fight between the men got physical, the back half of the chandelier dropped and immediately killed two of the dancing showgirls and a nearby ogling tourist. Like clockwork, people were up and out of their seats in a panic and with his enhanced vision, he also saw how several men and women were snatched from shadows and corners while being inconspicuously being dragged from sight.

From there, Katsuo walked out to the back of the building where he watched these poor souls being dragged up the stairs and toward one of three rooms in which held a few men and women. When these tourists were brought forth, they were quickly killed, or if they tried to fight, they were jumped, subdued and then promptly put down for good. Once that happened, the tourists were stripped naked and their heads were shaved. After that, the bodies were collected and piled onto a cart and covered.

But with rounding the corner, Katsuo locked eyes with his father.

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He was exceptional at subduing the few men and women that fought hard enough to survive their captors and thus had to be brought to him. Katsuo's father had mastered the art of a certain technique that seemed to effortless put these unwitting victims out of their mystery, and knowing this, he looked up to his only son, smiling back with a red gaze of his own.



But in any case, Katsuo walked down the back corridor and stared through the rear walls and window, watching as the bodies were carted off and taken to the local slaughterhouse. As for all that hair? Every few hours it was bagged up and taken one of the village's power plants to burn for fuel. And after the dead were harvested for meat and leather, their remains would also be recycled as fossil fuels. That coupled with its advanced seawater technology had been the key to the town's progression. The entire life and wealth of Masumachi had been funded through blood.

Four years ago, this didn't affect Katsuo, in fact, he rather reveled in the endeavors of hunting humans for personal wealth and gain. Between his father's ruthless ingenuity of creating this pleasurehouse to lure in the richest, fattest, most greedy of people and the town's bloodthirsty council, it made living in free society a possibility. And for years, he could pride himself in being his own island. And then that wretched Tiatsu had permanently dislocated and broken his hand along with forcing him to face the loss of his humanity in being here. Since then, his involvement in this entire human trapping scam had caused him to really think about the things he had done. If he was being honest with him, he'd done so out of cowardice. As a boy, his father had raised him to do this but also threatened his life to comply with these atrocities, lest he end up like one of the victims. But it wasn't until being faced with nearly a mirror image of himself that he saw the man he had truly become and these past four years had been him planning his own escape.

For the record though, Katsuo was no cannibal and never had been. Unconventional as it might have been, he lived off the flesh of animals that he personally hunted and the fruits and vegetables provided to the few "vegetarians" around. But once that natural food source had disappeared followed by having no animals to hunt, Katsuo resorted to fasting and rationing what little bit he had left.

But with going on a full week now on an empty stomach, and a crumbling hometown, Katsuo knew it was time. So as he left the pleasure house while its staff dispatched its final victims, he had seen how the men of Taki had so casually come in and when approached by them, he casually directed them toward the pleasure house, each of the plants and the slaughterhouse for them to wreak all the havoc the wanted.