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With extreme focus, the warrior monk KOSHIRO HINO swung his katana through the air, practicing an endless series of moves in the shade of his tiny shack. Alone. WHOOSH. WHOESH. SHHHH. Today was not his day to die. Years of training and daily meditation enabled him to keep a cool head – his life of isolation had been able to protect him up till now from the insidious mind games of the nasty Thought Manipulator. CAWCAW! The rest of Japan had not been so lucky. His fellow citizens now danced like clueless marionettes, following their malefactor‘s every whim. All of this was on Hino‘s mind later on in the day as he slowly stalked the ugly Thought Manipulator. He had to avoid discovery at all costs if he wanted to maintain dominion over his own mental faculties. One false move and his mission would be doomed to failure. Just a few more metres… CAW! CAW! A black crow startled him – and then: RRRIIIPPP. His cloak became ensnarled. Did this spell his doom? Paralysed, he looked to his evil adversary, who was slowly turning his way: Maximilian KRAH, the Thought Manipulator, cunningly ran his fingers through his loathsome, preppy side-parted bangs (to the right, what else?). Jian G., who had just disclosed the music of Sebastian Kurz‘s piano trio (featuring Lisa Eckhart on bass and Daniel Halemba on drums) to China, peeked out of the bushes. HOHOHO! Koshiro leapt into action, his katana parting the air, to escape his fate after all. Collecting evidence was all well and good, but – BOOM! – fi ring on all frequencies, launching breath-taking sequences and breaking through the sound barrier – SMASH! – with wild abandon were even better. Yes, he was going to kill the scumbag. Alas, KRAH, the Thought Manipulator, waved his hand with a weaselly laugh and screamed: „YOU WILL FORGET EVERYTHING!!! MWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!“ „Don‘t worry“, came a murmur from above, however: „My Atlantic eye saw everything.“ Captain Niederrhein had donned his white kimono and – WOOOOW! – now stood floating in the air, flawlessly.