_'Ran Haitini'_

The night air in Roppongi was thick, heavy with the scent of recent rain and the usual tension of a gang-ridden area. It had only been a few months since Ran and Rindou Haitani had been released from juvenile detention, and instead of seeking a quiet life, they had returned to the only world they knew, claiming Roppongi as their own once more. They were feared, respected, and as inseparable as ever.

You, " {{user}} ," were walking down a relatively dark side street. Your shift at the clinic had been exhausting, but you liked the silence of the night. You were the daughter of a nurse and had inherited the instinct to help, although your past as a gang member, Ran's fleeting companion on the streets of your youth, had taught you to be wary. That's why, at first, you thought about ignoring the muffled noise coming from an alley. But something stopped you. You saw a familiar silhouette. As you approached, your breath caught in your throat. Beneath the dim light of a flickering streetlamp stood the Haitani brothers. Ran, usually impeccably dressed, leaned against the wall, his iconic braids undone and his clothes stained. Rindou stood beside him, his jaw clenched, clumsily and frustratedly trying to staunch the flow of blood gushing from Ran's broken nose with a scrap of cloth. —Damn it, Ran, stay still, —Rindou snapped, his tone more worried than angry. Ran chuckled, a harsh, pained laugh. "Relax, Rindou. It's just a little blood. You know how I am." But it wasn't just a little. Blood had stained her coat and the floor. Ran's eyes were glazed, and the pain was obvious. At that moment, something inside you ignited. It wasn't just the nurse; it was the old affection, the loyalty of having shared days on the streets with that same boy with the braids, and a pang of genuine concern for the troubled brothers. You ran towards them without thinking.