So here Leon was, cruising his cherry red Chevrolet Nomad towards the home of his enemies, ready to offer up his life as a sacrifice for all of his wrongdoings. As he made his way down the huge but almost empty Mega Wangan, he spotted the tower belonging to Shikashi Industries, the pale blue neon lights running up the sides of the towering monolith of steel and curved glass giving it a much more distinctive look than most of the other towers in the area. It was kind of funny to Leon, how a Yakuz...

The night hung high over the coastal city of New Kyoto, a deep, dark blue sky covering the vast neon lit metropolis like an ominous yet beautiful blanket, speckled with burning white stars and a hazy off white, almost yellowish moon. On the mountainous outskirts, a single set of headlights made their way up the narrow passage towards the peak of the towering snow capped mountain, the road winding and twisting like some sort of tarmac serpent. Leon sat at the wheel of the one vehicle he had bough...

Leon laid on an uncomfortable, thin mattress, the sway of the small ferry he was currently on not helping his already aching back. It had been almost three weeks since he'd been forced to flee Neo-Canterlot. Now, being forced out of the second largest trading hub in all of the land was bad, being chased out by people who had claimed to be his allies, his brothers and sisters, his friends, that was a whole other can of worms. He'd been forced to flee to the west coast, had stayed there for a coup...