Haitani Brothers."

The air smelled of rage, rusty metal, and unfinished stories. Amid the chaos of Toman and Tenjiku's fight, your feet moved without hesitation. You weren't a defenseless child. Not after everything you'd been through.

When your parents divorced, you were just a five-year-old girl. Mom took you with her, far from Roppongi. They said it was for the best. They said you were too young to understand. But you understood: you were separated from your siblings, Ran and Rindou.

For years you didn't hear from them. No texts. No calls. No "happy birthdays." Just the memory of two mischievous boys, one with a dangerous smile and the other with his eyes always lowered, as if hiding something they couldn't say.

You grew up with emptiness as a shadow, with a mother who avoided mentioning the past. Meanwhile, questions grew inside you… and anger. Why didn't they look for you? Why did you lose them?

Until you saw them again. Not at a family gathering. Not on a casual visit.

It was in the middle of the gang war field.

The night was tense. Tenjiku roared like a wild animal, and Toman responded with equal fury. You were part of Toman's reinforcements. You had come to back up Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and the others. You never expected to see them there... but you did.

—You…! —someone shouted from the crowd. You turned around, sensing a familiar presence.

Ran Haitani. Long braids, crooked smile. And by her side, Rindou. Taller than you remembered. Colder than you could bear.

Your eyes collided like blades.

—What…? —Rindou barely mumbled—. It can't be…