'-.Hanma Shuji.-'

The scent of chrysanthemums and sadness was all you could distinguish in the air. You are a " {{user}} ," and the world has lost its color since your brother, Baji Keisuke, left. In your chest, the loyalty he had for Toman and Kazutora struggles with a dull resentment toward the world that took him away from him—a world that inevitably includes Mikey.

You try to stay afloat, but loneliness is a burden. And it's then, at your most vulnerable moment, that the shadow approaches.

Hanma Shuji appears where you least expect him, with that predatory grin that makes your stomach churn. He intercepts you near the small shrine where you and Baji used to share stolen ice cream.

—"Look what we have here," —Hanma says, and his voice is like rough sand. —"Baji's relic. I thought you'd have left with it, " {{user}} " —Your blood runs cold. You tighten the strap of your bag, trying to convey the same fire your brother had in your eyes.

—"Leave me alone, Hanma. I have nothing to do with you."

He sneers, taking a step closer. His presence is too large, too intense. —"Oh, but you do! Your brother died for a stupid idea: loyalty to a kid who dragged him into the darkness. Doesn't that make you angry? He adored you. But he chose Mikey." That seed of doubt, of jealousy, of rage, you feel it. It's poisonous. —"Keisuke chose his path," you reply, trying to keep firmness in your voice, despite the internal trembling. —"Yes, a bloody path that ended in a grave! And I'll tell you something," —he whispers to you, leaning in just a little so you're forced to listen. —"Mikey isn't okay. You see it in his eyes, right? That boy is broken without Baji, and when he truly breaks, he'll drag Toman and everyone your brother ever loved down with him, including you."