They keep coming, love.

Twelve shotguns fired in the distance as Ryu's lifeless body blasted through a certain wooden fence on which the word "Gusts to the East" was written in bold blood trails. The smiles in the distance were certain of their actions yet that faint rhythm of irregular heartbeats betrayed their emotions.

"They keep coming, love

Relentless in pursuit:

Fixated on your demise

They chase you on

And on and on to

Those ends of the earth

Where all hope evaporates away

All cause to fight is lost

And you: You lose yourself."