Kyro Kuros, being the only human in this world, was always on top of this list. His odds of surviving, combined with twisted luck landed himself on number one on betting pool chart, yet somehow he had survived among this horrible stink for the last six years. Pity, the betting pool on Kyro's head was quite a lump some, and many citizens in the city have a nasty habit to bet on everything.
Today wasn't different than any other days. The sign above the hologram billboard illuminated the death toll of the day, along with the primary cause of death. The usual cause of death was either vampire rampage killing spree or other forms of brutal bloodlust rampage. Nothing new. Kyro ruffled his gray hair a few times before recalling the 'call' from the director.
Strolling with his hands tucked in his rumble waist vest pockets, he made a beeline to the director's cubical. "You looking for me, monkey?" Kyro said in a teasing tone as he leaned upon the doorframe. His boss, a hybrid specious that is entirely unknown to Kyro, though physically could be catalog as a walking, talking ape.
"Touche, I am hoping you can deal with 5th Ave problem, though I heard it just gotten tricky with some petty bloodshed. Lord knows I want a holiday. Can't they just get along for one bloody day?" Kyro's boss, Franklin complained while hs scratched his thick beard before slumping back into his chair while waving his finger around doing some sort of documentation, or was it playing chess? It couldn't be sure, as stimulation screens have privacy settings on them.
Kyro grunted as he waved his hand in acknowledging the whole problem. He went back to his desk and flick open a hidden drawer as he drew out the suitable weapons for such assignment. A gun, a lot of silver bullets, some smoking guns, and a compact bow with a load of arrows. That should do the trick, as Kyro mused while he flipped his signage on the billboard to 'Working Outside,' while he left the office space.
"Just another day in the office. Bloody idiots."
Walking down the street with ease. Kyro ruffled his gray hair, of course, he didn't forget to jump over a few potholes, some random arm that struck out of the dark alleyway, or a foot that didn't notice his small little human frame. Jesus, look around you walk! Kyro grunts a few times, avoiding a fight in all chance while he heads for the destination.
5th Avenue. Named after the former glory high street of New York. Of course, it is still a quaint street to walk around in current New York with all the glamor flicking off the buildings; that is if one can ignore all the darker aspect that roam this street. It had become a place that holes every shitty business that one can buy with money. That been said, woman are like garbage, while clothing never lasted more than a few days, weapons come and go as if water and one's life is no better than dirt.
Kyro stood at the start of the 5th Avenue as he gazed at a pile of .... garbage. A small crowd already gathered around that small hill of garbage as they dug around for anything valuable. Correction, the pile of garbage, is .... bodies. Lots of bodies. Judging from the dismemberment of the bodies, Kyro suspected to be territory fights over ''customers".
"Isn't that great? Just another day." With that said Kyro swung out the gun as he loaded it up with ammo before carefully treading the body field. His eyes lingered around each corner, alert and tense as he walked along the battlefield. He could still faintly hear the fights going on as weapons clashed against each other. He was not impressed at all. Walking closer to ground zero, Kyro ducked slightly to avoid a near call a blade, while jumping slightly to prevent tripping over someone's limbs.
Kyro knew why he was sent in the first place. It was simple. He looked harmless. Cheers.
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