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I stay as still as possible when the pink haired man raises his gun up, shooting the man in front of me mercilessly. His body collapses to the ground with a thunk, and I quietly watch as he smiles, placing his gun back into his pocket.

"Who are you guys..?" I speak out, my breath ragged and short from fear. I would run, but I wouldn't make it far before I'm in that man's place.

"Oh, right. We haven't quite introduced ourselves yet," the man says quietly, "we're Neoculture. Currently the largest running organization of our type. Now if you wanna stay alive, answer me one thing. Exactly who the hell are you?"