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About Kyoto

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

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Stalked by hordes of infected maniacs, Hiroshi Ookura and his friends seek safety inside a mostly intact shopping mall, but madness and death are everywhere.

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I walk home, taking the long way through Inzai. The streets are lit up, and it’s kinda beautiful. I pass by the Inzai City Hall, and it hits me how lucky I am to be here. Sure, the day was a rollercoaster, but that’s life, right?

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