Chaos. Utter chaos. What was more bliss? Kosen had been waiting for the day in which society would break free from the stifling confines of conformity and oppression. Oh how sensational was the sound of societies walls crumbling in the face of breakthrough. Kosen was among them when the rioting began, he was among the ranks of the "freedom fighters" as they opposed the stagnate regime. He was by no means a hacker, but he did support the resistance. How couldn't he? When it was they brought him such euphoric disorder and revolution. As the first shots rang out, a shiver ran through his body. Not one brought on by fear, but one fueled by pure excitement. As the tumult of cries, gunshots and screams of agony and mayhem he couldn't repress a surge of sadistic laughter. Oh how glorious! The time had come for all things that had come to fruition, all of the rules and regulations, the order and uniformity to be utterly obliterated and replaced by disorder and calamity, havoc and chaos, violence and hatred. It was time for war. And it was that realization, that filled Kosen with ecstasy.
He almost didn't realize that the surge of people rushing past him, chased by the enforcers. That didn't bother him in the slightest. Hacking and decoding may not have been his forte, but when it came to violence, he was more than proficient. As the police moved forward in an effort to restrain him, Kosen fixated his gaze on them as they closed in on him. His grin remained as they pressed forward, his hand raised as he prepared to strike a blow with his baton. As it raised above his head, a loud and visceral cracking was heard; this chorus of carnage was produced by the combination of Kosen's foot connecting with the guards face, his riot mask shattering and his neck cracking from the sheer force Kosen's roundhouse kick. The guard let out a brief grunt of pain, followed by a sickening gurgle as blood filled his shattered neck. He soon fell to the floor gasping for air as his last moments drew near. Kosen released a deep and menacing chuckle as he dispatched the first guard. The guard next to him paused briefly in shock of the swift takedown of his comrade. He quickly regained his composure as he hurriedly reached for his gun. Kosen moving to intercept him, rotated his form extending his leg and planting it deep into the second attackers gut. The quick assault sent the guard flying back into the rest of the riot crew and the force of the kick gave Kosen the forward momentum needed to fuel his full out sprint.
He maneuvered through the crowd artfully, while maintaining full speed even with the obstacles. The riot squadron regaining their grounds doubled their efforts to subdue the resistance members, Kosen in particular, drawing their weapons and firing at random into the crowd hoping to achieve so manner of revenge for the act of aggression. The crowd responded accordingly those enraged by the casualties brought on by the police surged forward while those who sought self-preservation fled hurriedly in the opposite direction. Kosen pressed onward, assimilated into the crowd, at home among the cacophony of noise and disarray of people. Once he reached far enough away from the initial conflict he broke off from the herd of people and made his way to the headquarters. Heading toward the back entrance, which appeared to be garage, lifting the door and walking up the conveyer belt towards the front entrance. He knocked on the door and awaited entry, using this time to regain his composure. He had been with the group a long time, since their formation and truly and earnestly supported the cause, but even still he didn't want them to know that he had such a dark side to him. So as he awaited for someone to respond he put back on his facade, the laid-back, happy-go-lucky personality he always donned.