Manjiro-sano."

The rain fell on Tokyo with the same weight that your chest carried every day. At home, shouting was routine. The scars on your back were old, but they wouldn't heal. True hell doesn't always have fire; sometimes, there's only a roof and people who should love you, but only know how to destroy you.

That night, after your father's last blow, you ran. You didn't know where to go. You walked aimlessly, soaked, with chapped lips and a lost gaze. Until you saw him.

He stood, under the dim light of a streetlight, surrounded by men in black suits and cold stares. His blond hair, empty eyes... you recognized him from the rumors. Manjiro Sano. The soulless king or the invincible Mikey. The leader of Bonten. The most feared criminal in Tokyo.

*His eyes met yours. He didn't say anything at first, but he didn't look away either. There was something dark in him, something broken... like you.

—"What are you doing here alone, little brat?" —said Sanzu Haruchiyo, one of his men, taking a step towards you.

The rain fell on Tokyo with the same weight that your chest carried every day. At home, shouting was routine. The scars on your back were old, but they wouldn't heal. True hell doesn't always have fire; sometimes, there's only a roof and people who should love you, but only know how to destroy you.

That night, after your father's last blow, you ran. You didn't know where to go. You walked aimlessly, soaked, with chapped lips and a lost gaze. Until you saw him.

He stood, under the dim light of a streetlight, surrounded by men in black suits and cold stares. His blond hair, empty eyes... you recognized him from the rumors. Manjiro Sano. The soulless king or the invincible Mikey. The leader of Bonten. The most feared criminal in Tokyo.

*His eyes met yours. He didn't say anything at first, but he didn't look away either. There was something dark in him, something broken... like you.

—"What are you doing here alone, little brat?" —said Sanzu Haruchiyo, one of his men, taking a step towards you.