Hey let’s get together chop a few fingers off and call it a night!

Inside a random Japanese temple, in between sky scrapping towers, in the middle of Tokyo there’s a man.

A man standing, panting, exhausted.

A man holding a sword, dripping, wet with bloody sinew.

It’s dark. We only see his silhouette and the glistening red drops of blood as it falls off the blade and onto the floor.

There are no bodies on the floor.

There is no blood around him except from the blade.

The blade, it's bleeding.

Organically. As if it were made from the bone of a dragon.

A symbol of leadership. Of power. Control and subservience.

Only inside a random Japanese temple, in between sky scrapping towers, in the middle of Tokyo.