Pyrrhuloxia looked out from his balcony's perch to survey Fluidville, the quiet suburb of the infamously violent Liquidia. As part of the town's triumvirate, with Qatol and LTT, he had kept Fluidville free of mafia influence. Yet, for innocent citizens of this humble borough, this dawn was eerily crepuscular. A new mafia menace rose with the sun to blot it out.
Behind Pyrrhuloxia, a figure crept closer. When Pyrrhuloxia lifted his hands from the railing to stir his decaffeinated coffee with a drumstick, the figure pushed him from behind. Pyrry flew over the sixth floor ledge to his death.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Qatol was using the Triumvirate Building's spacious archery range for target practice. As he looked down to reload, another figure crossed the room from the other side. The mafioso crept behind Qatol and took out his knife. Qatol never shot another arrow.
In the parking lot, LTT, the love child of the late L and Samsung Khan's captain, read an Erlend Loe novel in his Audi sports car. Without warning, his windshield shattered and a wave of glass ripped through LTT's face. Passing out from blood loss, LTT's head slumped, sounding a horn that would not be heard in time.
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