Zakiza was walking down the streets of Detroit. Not in a happy mood like usual. Not in an angry mood like sometimes. He had a nice looking suit on. All green and smooth looking. Zakiza held a letter in his right hand. Looking down on the piece of paper, he had gotten. He did not know what to expect. Answers, he hoped.  
The streets was looking very empty, not too many people were out and strolling. Of course, Zakiza understood that the weather was not at its best, but it looked just a bit too empty considering it was about 4 PM. It felt like something, terrible had recently happened. However, he had other things to think of in his head that had a higher priority. Zakiza put the letter in his right pocket and held his hand inside the pocket with the letter. It was as if he did not trust that it would stay in his pocket. Zakiza looked over his right shoulder before making a turn. He met yet another empty alley. None of the stores where open. There were many signs in the various store windows. Zakiza moved closer to one of them and read, “We are closed, death in the family”.

Zakiza made his final turn around a corner and were met with, what mostly looked like, an abandoned part in the city of Detroit. All the houses on the street where deserted, if not half burned down. Zakiza took up the letter that he had had in his pocket together with his hand. The letter was a bit sweaty from being in his hand all of this time.

“To Zakiza from an old friend of your fathers”

Zakiza read though the letter again. “Hello Zakiza, I know that you must be grieving over the death of your father right now. I cannot bring him back from the dead, but I have to tell you something right away. Meet me were your father used to take you all the time as a child”

Z akiza knew this had to be the place, although it really did not look anything like he remembered. 

“HEY ZAKIZA! wow you have really grown”. Zakiza quickly turned his head and got a bit scared from the sudden outbreak behind him. Zakiza did not recognize the man that clearly knew him from somewhere. “I hope the way over here was not too harsh on you, I know it is a long way but I had to see you”

“Oh you are the one who sent me the letter” Zakiza was still wondering where he knew the man from. But Zakiza was certain that he had seen him before.

“Yes, when I got the news about your father Suisitsu I knew that I had to talk to you. You see I have more information about his death”

 Zakiza listed carefully. 

“Your father had to help out one of his friends, S56, who were in big trouble. However, your father had gotten the information too late to help S56. In his rage over his good friend’s death, he began to pursuit S56’s murderer. I tried to make him sit on the sofa and clam down you know, think things though. I guess your father had a bit of a rage problem because he pushed me away and went in a frenzy rampage over to S56’s killer.” The man sighed and continued.
“He had it coming to him, going in unprepared and only by himself. He got shutdown by his bodyguards when he pulled a gun in front of him.”

Zakiza was numb. The same person killed his father and S56. The rage that had brought his father Sui to his grave could be felt inside Zakiza. Fury.