Koyuki Sanada - @Koyuki

"Xoxo?" Koyuki muttered incredulously at the Yakuza grunt typing out her tweet. She was perched behind him, like a great eagle staring at something vile and alien in her nest. Koyuki had plopped him down in her big chair in one of the Osaka clubs, as she had for the last 2 days whenever Sae responded, and made him structure her tweets. She was not staining her own hands with the poison of Social Media.

"I don't sound like that." she said. And when he took a second longer to open his mouth to respond, her eyes narrowed dangerously and she loomed closer, her face level with his. "I don't sound like that, right?

"N-no."

"Then why do I text like a passive-aggressive mean girl in a Japanese high school serial drama?"

He visibly swallowed. Her eyes narrowed further.

"J-just how i-it c-comes out on t-tweeter."

"Uh huh." Concerning but not the point right now. She lifted her hair back to eagle perching position. "Bit pedestrian so far. Can we dox her daughter's school? See whether we can get some Chinese immigrants to go lop off her head."

"Captain, what the fuck!"

"What."

"T-that's fuc- That's against twitter policy."

She rolled her eyes. Children deserved no exceptions on consequences. The only real way to communicate displeasure was to let it reverberate through the bloodline. So many had no stomach for the old ways. "Murder?"

"No, Doxxing."

"Hmph. Bummer."