Mikey...

Musashi Temple became a hotbed of tension when Mikey announced:
—From today on, Kisaki will be our strategist. Hanma will be joining us.

The silence weighed like lead. You, captain of the Seventh Division, felt your heart clench.
"What the hell did you just say?" you said, glaring at Kisaki.
"It's the best thing for Toman," Mikey replied, indifferent.
—Is that mouse going to be the best? And Hanma, the dog from Valhalla?
Hanma laughed:
—Relax, darling, we're family now.

Your knuckles cracked. This wasn't the Toman you'd helped build. With a firm voice, even though your soul ached, you dropped your handkerchief.
—I don't intend to be part of this. The day we let the rot in, we cease to be Toman.

A murmur ran through the room. Draken tried to stop you:
—Think about it carefully…
But you'd already made up your mind. You left, followed by half your division. That night, "Kishin" was born, your own group, dyed in black and red.

The streets were soon whispering your name: for some, the traitor; for others, the incorruptible leader.

The reunion was inevitable. In an empty parking lot, Mikey got off his motorcycle and faced you:
—So you plan to play queen.
—I'm not playing. I didn't betray anyone, Mikey. You did when you let those rats in.
He held your gaze, wounded:
—I never thought you, of all people, would turn your back on me.