In a split second after Leon struck Ken, he would see - rather than the true combatant before him - the body of his son, as if risen from the grave. Ken's mind would be momentarily haunted with an image of Malia being struck by hands that were not his own. Just as quickly as they came, the visions would leave. From the vents leading to the dojo, the faintest hint of some black taint in the air could be seen if they paid enough attention.

Out in the lobby, a commotion could be heard stirring. Shouting. For now.

With their combined efforts, the two would feel the door tearing off of its frame as it opened, with sounds of metal cracking and - oddly enough - flesh tearing. But when the door opened, they would see no bars in the way, only blood coming from the walls and a strange black and red substance that almost resembled flesh.

Upon leaving the dojo and heading out to the lobby, they would hear all of the commotion suddenly stop. Blood poured into the hallway. They could hear sounds of thunder and flashes of thunder, as the windows in the lobby seemed to be broken. When they finally made it to the room, they'd see the floor was littered with dead bodies and the walls and even the ceiling were sprayed with blood. Bodies were torn open, dismembered, ripped apart in the most obscene of ways. In the center of it all stood a single boy with heterochromia, wearing nothing but ragged white pants. The rain from outside washed away some of the blood on his body, but most of it would not leave.

"Why did you say yes why did you say yes why did you say yes why did you-" red and blue eyes slowly looked up through blood, rain, and tears toward Ken and Leon. One step forward, through a pool of blood, and that very pool began to ripple.

"WHY DID YOU SAY YES?! WHY DID YOU SAY YES?! WHY DID YOU SAY YES?!" he started to shout now, and as he did, the bodies that were not already torn open had their chests violently ripped part by some unseen force. Their organs formed tendrils of blood that shot out toward the duo in a gory display.



"W̴͙͋H̶̡̢͙̘̩̗̤͈͉̦̏̔̉̀̉͆͋̈͜͝͠Ỳ̸̻͍͇̪͔̘̈͆͒̈́͒̓̕ ̵̨͖̪͎̟̪̜̞̜͔̟̰̝̄̽͌̎̃͆̋̍̆̚͝D̷̡̢̼̹͙̭̰̜͑̎͆I̴̛̛̩̯̩̠̞͚̤̘͖̊̿́̌̊̏̽̃̌̕͝͠D̵̥͈͚̦͖͚̜̉͗͛͋̅̃̄́̊ͅ ̷̮̪͈̠͖̰̲̟̞̎̒̾̿̌̽̓̿͜Y̴̢̯̰̙̖͑̈́̕ͅO̶̢̺͔͙̮̺͇̗̞̫̤͖̤̭̎͋̐̅͐̉͝Ų̴͕̼̳̞̗͇̣̲̪̝͎͔́̑̎̏͗̽̚ ̴͖̭̼̮̦̬̣̄̂͆͂̀̉͆͝ͅͅŞ̵̥̳͙̜̟̥̠̭̜̦̼́͒̿̅̏̃͠À̸̢̜̻̪͚̭̺̰͎͔̲̙̩͕̋̈́̀̏̽̇̀͒͋͗̔̑͛̚Ỳ̸̨̜̖̻͚͓̎̌̌͊̄̈́̂̋̈́͌͘ ̵͕͔̺̤͇̗͎̮͎̮̀̊̀́̓͛̑̓̀̎̐͊͜͝͝ͅY̸̛̘̗̹̩̥̠̫̑̉̐͊͊̿͆́͋Ë̶̦̮͎̬̞͇͖̲̤̣̭͈́͒͋S̴̻̩̟̋̈́̽̋̍̈́́̄̈́͝?̸̢̣͈͓̩̱̦̲̪͔͎̰̜͋͋̓̈́͒͛͛̈̾̋͋̏͊̈́͝!̸̡̝͇͙̹͙̤͚́̎͑̈́̂̾̍́̈́͘͝W̴͙͋H̶̡̢͙̘̩̗̤͈͉̦̏̔̉̀̉͆͋̈͜͝͠Ỳ̸̻͍͇̪͔̘̈͆͒̈́͒̓̕ ̵̨͖̪͎̟̪̜̞̜͔̟̰̝̄̽͌̎̃͆̋̍̆̚͝D̷̡̢̼̹͙̭̰̜͑̎͆I̴̛̛̩̯̩̠̞͚̤̘͖̊̿́̌̊̏̽̃̌̕͝͠D̵̥͈͚̦͖͚̜̉͗͛͋̅̃̄́̊ͅ ̷̮̪͈̠͖̰̲̟̞̎̒̾̿̌̽̓̿͜Y̴̢̯̰̙̖͑̈́̕ͅO̶̢̺͔͙̮̺͇̗̞̫̤͖̤̭̎͋̐̅͐̉͝Ų̴͕̼̳̞̗͇̣̲̪̝͎͔́̑̎̏͗̽̚ ̴͖̭̼̮̦̬̣̄̂͆͂̀̉͆͝ͅͅŞ̵̥̳͙̜̟̥̠̭̜̦̼́͒̿̅̏̃͠À̸̢̜̻̪͚̭̺̰͎͔̲̙̩͕̋̈́̀̏̽̇̀͒͋͗̔̑͛̚Ỳ̸̨̜̖̻͚͓̎̌̌͊̄̈́̂̋̈́͌͘ ̵͕͔̺̤͇̗͎̮͎̮̀̊̀́̓͛̑̓̀̎̐͊͜͝͝ͅY̸̛̘̗̹̩̥̠̫̑̉̐͊͊̿͆́͋Ë̶̦̮͎̬̞͇͖̲̤̣̭͈́͒͋S̴̻̩̟̋̈́̽̋̍̈́́̄̈́͝?̸̢̣͈͓̩̱̦̲̪͔͎̰̜͋͋̓̈́͒͛͛̈̾̋͋̏͊̈́͝!̸̡̝͇͙̹͙̤͚́̎͑̈́̂̾̍́̈́͘͝W̴͙͋H̶̡̢͙̘̩̗̤͈͉̦̏̔̉̀̉͆͋̈͜͝͠Ỳ̸̻͍͇̪͔̘̈͆͒̈́͒̓̕ ̵̨͖̪͎̟̪̜̞̜͔̟̰̝̄̽͌̎̃͆̋̍̆̚͝D̷̡̢̼̹͙̭̰̜͑̎͆I̴̛̛̩̯̩̠̞͚̤̘͖̊̿́̌̊̏̽̃̌̕͝͠D̵̥͈͚̦͖͚̜̉͗͛͋̅̃̄́̊ͅ ̷̮̪͈̠͖̰̲̟̞̎̒̾̿̌̽̓̿͜Y̴̢̯̰̙̖͑̈́̕ͅO̶̢̺͔͙̮̺͇̗̞̫̤͖̤̭̎͋̐̅͐̉͝Ų̴͕̼̳̞̗͇̣̲̪̝͎͔́̑̎̏͗̽̚ ̴͖̭̼̮̦̬̣̄̂͆͂̀̉͆͝ͅͅŞ̵̥̳͙̜̟̥̠̭̜̦̼́͒̿̅̏̃͠À̸̢̜̻̪͚̭̺̰͎͔̲̙̩͕̋̈́̀̏̽̇̀͒͋͗̔̑͛̚Ỳ̸̨̜̖̻͚͓̎̌̌͊̄̈́̂̋̈́͌͘ ̵͕͔̺̤͇̗͎̮͎̮̀̊̀́̓͛̑̓̀̎̐͊͜͝͝ͅY̸̛̘̗̹̩̥̠̫̑̉̐͊͊̿͆́͋Ë̶̦̮͎̬̞͇͖̲̤̣̭͈́͒͋S̴̻̩̟̋̈́̽̋̍̈́́̄̈́͝?̸̢̣͈͓̩̱̦̲̪͔͎̰̜͋͋̓̈́͒͛͛̈̾̋͋̏͊̈́͝!̸̡̝͇͙̹͙̤͚́̎͑̈́̂̾̍́̈́͘͝"