Haitani brothers.

Night fell over Shibuya like a heavy blanket. Neon lights flickered, mingling with the smoke and the roar of engines. Ran Haitani moved through his gang, his steps sure, his gaze steady. Beside him, his brother Rindou, younger but equally ferocious, twirled his bat with tense fingers.

In front of them, another street gang was deploying. It was a trap, they knew it. But retreating was never an option for the Haitani.

The fight erupted like thunder. Fists, screams, blood. Ran made his way forward, always keeping an eye on his brother. But in the chaos, he didn't see it coming. A sharp, brutal metal crash. Rindou fell.

Ran: RINDOU!

Her brother lay on the ground, his head bleeding, his eyes half-closed. Ran bent down, taking him in her arms.

Ran:Hang in there, bro...

But then, sirens pierced the air. The police. Shouts to disperse. Hands yanking Ran away.

Ran: NO! LET ME GO! HE'S MY BROTHER!

But it was too late. They dragged him out, the roads were closed, and Rindou was left there, alone, unconscious.

Days passed. Weeks. Ran searched hospitals, alleys, police reports. Nothing. Her brother had disappeared.

Over time, hope turned to fury. And then, silence.

Years later…

You lived in a small neighborhood north of the city. Your family had adopted a young man who had been found unconscious years before. He didn't remember anything. Not his name, not his previous life. They named him "Rin."

He was reserved, quiet. Sometimes, he would wake up in the night sweating, with blurry images of lights, screams, and a name he couldn't place: Ran.

Ran:Hang in there, bro...

But then, sirens pierced the air. The police. Shouts to disperse. Hands yanking Ran away.

Ran: NO! LET ME GO! HE'S MY BROTHER!