Information about this legacy: I had come up with an idea to do a legacy centering around clearing a family’s name within ten generations. I called it the “Clear The Family Name Legacy”. Basically, the first generation would soil their name by doing despicable acts and then the rest of the generations would have to attempt to clear it, only facing tragedy along the way until the tenth generation, who would finally bring salvation to the last name. This is The Higashi Legacy, where various problems await those involved around every corner until the very end. This legacy is completed, I just have to write it out. Hopefully, updates will be frequent. Also, a fair warning to readers: this legacy, due to the nature of the concept, will feature violence, sex, drugs, and issues regarding morals/ethics. If you do not like reading about those things, please do not read this legacy. If you’re interested in a variety of storylines, however, then this is the legacy for you. If you’re still here to read, then thank you for checking my story out and welcome to the Higashi Legacy!

In a beautiful penthouse located in San Myshuno lived a woman with outrageous hair.

She enjoyed playing video games,

admiring herself in the mirror,

and murdering others. This woman’s name was Asami Higashi, and she was a serial killer. The only way she had even gotten this penthouse was through death; she had murdered the previous owner and taken over his lovely household for herself. There was nothing mysterious about her, she simply was who she was — a childish, clumsy, alluring romantic who harbored deeply a desire to kill.

There was a bar in San Myshuno that people frequently dubbed “The Lovers’ Bar”, as they had recently installed stripper poles to attract new customers.

Asami enjoyed visiting so she could ogle all the pretty people who ventured there.

On one such occasion, she met an attractive bartender.

His name was Don Lothario.

Asami attempted flirting with him, but he didn’t seem all too interested.

Instead, she ordered a drink.

Sitting beside her was a woman named Nancy Landgraab.

She started a conversation with Asami regarding the bartender and how cute he was.

“I think you should go for it,” Nancy said.

“But he doesn’t seem interested,” Asami countered.

Nancy shrugged. “They installed those stripper poles for a reason. Maybe you should try playing around on one? Perhaps that will catch his eye.” Nancy slyly winked before walking away.

Asami’s head was full of thoughts of romance and how things might go with Don if she were to impress him, so after a moment or two, she thought to herself that Nancy might be right.

Asami jumped on one of the poles and clumsily began an awkward dance.

People gathered around her with looks of disgust on their faces. Clearly, she didn’t know what she was doing, and had no business on one of these poles.

“Wha…what’s the matter?” she asked one of the naysayers.

“Girl, you look ridiculous,” they answered.

Asami slowly got off the pole and sat down next to a bubble blower station. A man who had been watching was sitting there as well. “What’s your name?”

She blinked. “Asami.”

“Well, Miss Asami, who told you to jump on that pole with no experience whatsoever? You made a fool of yourself.”

Her cheeks began to fluster and anger started pooling inside her chest. “Some woman did. I thought she was trying to help me flirt with the bartender… but I guess she had other intentions.” She clenched her fists. “Do you happen to know a Nancy Landgraab?” she asked.

“Of course, everyone knows the Landgraabs.”

“Tell me where she lives.”

The man complied and revealed Nancy’s location in Oasis Springs. Asami stalked it for awhile, visiting once a day every day to find out Nancy’s schedule. Before long, she had memorized her entire routine, including when her husband was away.

She gathered all her intel and made her way towards the house one afternoon, peeking in through the windows. If she was right, Nancy would be home alone right now.

Sure enough, Nancy Landgraab was by herself, playing Blicblock on the computer.

Asami burst in through the doors and charged at her, tackling her body and sending her down to the floor in confusion. “What’s going on?!” Nancy cried.

Asami stared down at her menacingly. “You were wrong, Nancy,” Asami hissed.

She pulled out a small knife from underneath her dress and raised it above her head. “How dare you embarrass me like that! NO ONE embarrasses Asami Higashi and lives to talk about it!!”

With a swift motion, she brought the knife to Nancy’s chest.

She held it in place while she felt Nancy slowly go limp.

Asami had killed Nancy Landgraab.

She stood over the body, satisfied with her work, and huffed.

There Nancy lay, in a pool of her own blood.

Asami was happy with herself. A warm feeling welled up within her stomach and she smiled.

She decided to play a few computer games while she waited for Grim to take Nancy away.

She left before Nancy’s family arrived home to clean up the mess.