Sensue Takani's Private Bar – Hidden Room, Osaka
🕰️ 11:48 PM
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> A low-lit room. Bottles of rare sake line the wall.
No music. No laughter. Just the faint sound of ice in a glass.
> Ejami Nakamura sits across from Sensue Takani — head of the Takani family.
Two untouched drinks sit between them.
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Sensue (calm, with precision):
> "It's 2v3 now."
> He picks up his glass.
"Cassano has three enemies.
Sebastian… the same."
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> Ejami takes her glass.
Silent. Measured sip.
Then lets out a dry chuckle.
Ejami (cold smile):
> "Balance… finally."
> They toast. No more words.
Just understanding.
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> The screen fades — but the sound rises.
Low drums. A heartbeat. Then… silence.
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🎬 TRANSITION: "The First Strike"
Sebastian Family – Dockside Warehouse
🕰️ 1:13 AM
> A storm rolls in.
Guards stand half-asleep. Then —
WHISTLE. THWIP.
One collapses — dagger through the neck.
> Dozens of silent shadows move in.
Black-clad swordsmen of the Takani Clan breach silently from the rooftops.
> On the other side — masked snipers from the Nakamura Clan open fire from abandoned cranes.
> In minutes, the warehouse is engulfed.
Ammo ignites. Fire climbs the walls.
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🎬CUT TO: Cassano Territory – Firearms Factory.
🕰️ 1:41 AM
> A Cassano guard lights a cigarette…
Then hears a soft clink.
> He looks down — a dagger, Nakamura-forged, embedded in a crate beside him.
> Before he can yell — he's gone.
> From the shadows:
Takani warriors in surgical strike formation.
No words. Just precision.
> Explosives detonate.
The factory is swallowed in a chain-reaction of fire and steel.
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🎬 FINAL CUT BACK – Bar, Now Empty
Takani's Private Room – 2:03 AM
> The camera returns to the now-empty bar.
Two glasses. One still sweating.
A single cherry blossom petal falls into the drink.
A symbol of fleeting peace.
Macta Compound – Rooftop, Overlooking City
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> Rain continues to fall.
The lights from Sebastian's burning warehouse glow faintly in the distance.
From a rooftop, Kairo Macta watches — hands in his pockets, hood over his head.
> He sips cold coffee from a tin mug, eyes half-lidded.
Alone.
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Kairo (inner monologue, bitter but calm):
> "Let the kings burn each other down...
They never even looked at us twice."
> "We've been laughed at, pitied, ignored…
But ghosts aren't loud.
They're patient."
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> He turns to head back inside —
down to a dim room lined with paper maps, intel folders, and security camera feeds.
One monitor shows Cassano's exploded firearms lab.
Another shows a Takani assassin vanishing into a sewer.
> And in the center of the table:
a black folder marked only with a sigil — a rose pierced with a needle.
The symbol of Ghost.
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Kairo (low voice):
> "They're too busy throwing fire at each other…
No one sees the blade waiting in the smoke."
> He sets the cup down.
Turns off the lights.
Locks the door.
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> The camera pulls back — revealing Macta's compound from above.
*Simple. Quiet.
But beneath the surface…
watching everything.
Cassano Estate – Vincent's Private Study
🕰️ 4:03 AM
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> Vincent sits in the silence of his study.
The distant sound of sirens hums under a news report of the latest bombings.
> In front of him: a single curved dagger — unmistakably Nakamura-forged, elegant and ancient.
> He runs his fingers along the blade — eyes calm, but calculating.
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Vincent (low voice):
> "This blade isn't Takani alone…"
"No… that edge… that silence…"
"Nakamura steel."
> He leans back in his leather chair, exhales a trail of smoke.
Vincent (smirking, thinking):
> "So after all these years...
She still insists to behave."
"Hmmm…"
> He turns to the family war map on the wall —
red lines, black pins, blood-marked zones.
He draws a thin black line connecting Takani and Nakamura, circling it once.
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Vincent (cold, quiet):
> "An alliance born in discipline...
Not desperation."
> He writes one word beneath the circle:
> Then walks away.
No alarms.
No noise.
Just plans forming… behind his eyes.
Sebastian Family Estate – Underground War Room
🕰️ 3:45 AM
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> Alarms are ringing.
A massive tactical screen flashes red:
"WAREHOUSE DESTROYED."
"TEAM EPSILON – MISSING."
> Guards shout, runners panic, and in the center:
Alexander Sebastian, drenched in rage.
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Alexander (slamming fists on table):
> "This is Takani! This is their work—WHO ELSE USES DAMN BLADES LIKE THAT?!"
Greg (nervous):
> "Sir, we… we don't have confirmed proof—"
Alexander (snaps):
> "F*CK PROOF! My men are dead.
That's all the confirmation I need!"
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> He pulls open a drawer —
Inside: photos of past Takani strikes… and one unknown dagger pulled from a corpse.
He throws them across the table.
Alexander (breathing heavy):
> "We're being boxed in… someone's pulling strings."
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> Behind him, a shadowed advisor speaks low:
Advisor (subtle):
> "Sir, there's… chatter about the Nakamura clan moving, but…
they haven't claimed anything."
Alexander (growling):
> "Nakamura…?
They've been quiet for too long.
No clan stays silent without reason…"
> The camera lingers on his eyes — wide, paranoid —
he's cracking.
Takani District – Inner Courtyard
> Morning mist covers the garden.
Sensue Takani walks in silence — practicing sword strokes under cherry blossoms.
Discipline in motion. Breathing steady.
> Suddenly — three gunshots echo from the trees.
Bullets slice through leaves, one grazing his shoulder.
> He rolls, slides behind stone cover — eyes calm, not panicked.
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Takani Guard (offscreen):
> "AMBUSH! Protect the master!"
Sensue (calm, bleeding, gripping sword):
> "Cowards… shooting through leaves."
> Two masked men in tactical gear breach the fence.
> But before they strike again — Sensue lunges.
One clean slash.
One head rolls.
The second man runs.
Sensue lets him go.
Sensue (low, breathing hard):
> "Let the blood trail carry the message."
> He wipes the blade on a leaf.
Stands again.
Bleeding… but composed.
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🕰️ Same Day — 7:09 AM
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SCENE 2: Attempted Assassination – Ejami Nakamura
Nakamura District – Tea House Garden
> Ejami sits in a quiet garden, dressed in white.
She pours tea for herself, breathing in jasmine.
Behind her — a child monk walks toward her.
> But something's wrong.
The child trips — and a silver throwing knife misses Ejami's throat by inches, embedding into a tree trunk.
> Without flinching, Ejami pulls her blade — a concealed tanto — and spins behind the child monk, revealing…
> A Sebastian operative, in disguise.
> A struggle — sharp, clean.
She doesn't scream.
She doesn't run.
One stab — below the ribs.
He drops.
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Ejami (breathing calmly):
> "You should've worn real shoes.
Monks don't wear imported leather."
> She flicks the blood off her blade with grace.
Wipes her hands with the napkin she was using to serve tea.
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🎬 CUT TO – BOTH OPERATIVES (Final Shot)
Sebastian HQ – Same Night
> Two black body bags dumped at the edge of the Sebastian turf.
Inside: the failed assassins.
> On top of the bags: a pair of cherry blossom petals
and a torn piece of monk robe… soaked in blood.