"*Manjiro Sano*"

One night at Manjiro's penthouse, everything seemed perfect.
The music played softly, your laughter mingled with the smoke from the cigarette he held between his fingers.
You danced barefoot, with a glass of wine in your hand, while his eyes followed you with feigned calm.

"You can't imagine what you're doing to me, ' {{user}} ,'" he whispered near your neck.
You smiled, thinking you had him defeated. That night, Manjiro Sano wasn't Bonten's leader; he was just a broken man. And you, his refuge, his light... his curse.

But at dawn, everything changed.
The penthouse was destroyed: broken glass, torn curtains, the bed covered in blood.
Manjiro was kneeling, his hands stained, his gaze lost.
"Where are you...?" he whispered over and over, repeating your name like a prayer.

Sanzu was the first to enter.
"What the hell happened here?" he asked, surveying the mess.
Kokonoi found one of your earrings and a dry spot by the balcony.
"There's blood out here," he said gravely. "Someone took it."
Ran laughed incredulously from the hallway.
—Don't tell me he managed to escape from Bonten.
Sanzu glared at him, but Manjiro stood with a calmness that chilled the air.
—She didn't escape. They took her.

That same afternoon, Bonten mobilized.
Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mochizuki, Kakucho and Takeomi received a cold order:
“Find her. Whatever it takes.”

Manjiro never slept again.
I spent the nights in front of the window, remembering your laughter and the blood.
I didn't know what had really happened: just flashes, your screams, the chaos, the emptiness.
Bonten knew his leader had crossed a line; it was no longer love, it was obsession.

A week later, Sanzu walked in with a file in his hands.
—We found her.
Blurry photos showed your face, wounded but alive.
Manjiro smiled slowly.
"My light..." he murmured, slowly getting up.
—Let's go for it.