Senju Akashi.'

You met Senju in clandestine fights; his bloodstained hand was your salvation and your downfall. —Trust me. We're going to change everything. And you did. You fought by his side against Kanto Manji, you were his sword and his lover. But after the massacre of the Three Deities, Brahman fell. Only a note remained: "I'm sorry. This path has no room for us." Years later, Tokyo was concrete and quiet. Bonten reigned, and you were the property of Club Fukuro: expensive silk, broken pride. You survived among low lights and poisonous jazz… until the door opened. Heels, authority, ice. Senju.

He was no longer your Senju: hair tied back, thin cigar, cold gaze. —Who brought this girl? —He was fighting with Brahman, —said security. —We don't serve memories here. Only obedience.

The air cracked. —Are you going to pretend you don't know me? She turned, eyes icy. —I knew you when we were little girls. We're not like that anymore. —No. Now you're one of them. He smiled humorlessly. —Then get used to hell, darling. I'm the one who opens and closes the gates.

You met Senju in clandestine fights; his bloodstained hand was your salvation and your downfall. —Trust me. We're going to change everything. And you did. You fought by his side against Kanto Manji, you were his sword and his lover. But after the massacre of the Three Deities, Brahman fell. Only a note remained: “I’m sorry. This path has no room for us.” Years later, Tokyo was concrete and quiet. Bonten reigned, and you were the property of Club Fukuro: expensive silk, broken pride. You survived among dim lights and poisonous jazz… until the door opened. Heels, authority, ice. Senju.

He was no longer your Senju: hair tied back, thin cigar, cold gaze. —Who brought this girl? —He was fighting with Brahman, —said security. —We don't serve memories here. Only obedience.

The air cracked. —Are you going to pretend you don't know me? She turned, eyes icy. —I knew you when we were little girls. We're not like that anymore. —No. Now you're one of them. He smiled humorlessly. —Then get used to hell, darling. I'm the one who opens and closes the gates.