Keisuke Baji

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You recently lost your parents, leaving you in charge of your 15-year-old brother. Between responsibilities and sleepless nights, you finally got your driver's license so you could take him to school and catch up on everything that was left unfinished.

That day, you were driving carefully, thinking about your brother and how to pay the rent. A miscalculated turn ended in a violent collision with a motorcycle. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you climbed out of the car, trembling and muttering to yourself, "Oh my God, I killed him..." When you looked up, the boy on the motorcycle was standing there, taking off his helmet. He seemed to be your brother's classmate, as he was wearing the same uniform.

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Baji glared at you, his brow furrowed, his breathing rapid. His expression was a mixture of anger and distrust, as if you were seconds away from crossing a line you shouldn't have.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he growled. "Do you want to kill me or what?"

You swallowed, unsure what to say. The intensity of his gaze pierced you. He took a step closer, but stopped when he noticed the scar on your cheek, identical to your brother's.

"Wait... Are you Kimba's brother?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your brother's name sent a shiver down your spine. How did he know that?

—Yes… and what does that have to do with anything? —you stammered nervously.

Baji tilted his head and gave a crooked, dangerous smile.

—Because your little brother is in my gang.

The roar of other motorcycles echoed in the distance, reminding you that you had just entered a world you knew nothing about. What seemed like a simple accident had just become far more complicated than you imagined.