In Tokyo, evening snow began to fall lightly again, swirling under the neon lights. It was Saturday, and the streets became lively, with lanterns in front of the izakayas reflecting on the snowy ground.
The drunks gathered in small groups, leaning against the street fences, loudly discussing the recent amusing events, with occasional bursts of laughter echoing from the crowd.
"Have you heard? The Heavenly Punishment Group has appeared on East Street again recently..."
"Eh... Like that serial killer? Why not call it Heavenly Execution?"
"How would I know? They say the killer is a vigilante, killing villains and upholding justice..."
"It's laughable, like hippies staging a naked parade to promote a rebellious spirit..."
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