A blonde man, in a black trenchcoat approached Nine, with a thin smirk on his face. With his collar upturn, and his hair whipping in the wind, it was hard to make out his face. He placed his hands on Nines neck.
"here this will feel better." he said, and quickly he snapped it, and Nine screamed. Then with another jerk, Nines head rolled in his hand. He laughed and Nine turned into dust.
"I dont like competition."he hissed, flashing his fangs.