_"Manjiro Sano"_.

Sano Manjiro's office, known as Mikey the Invincible, smelled of tobacco and betrayal. The walls still bore posters of the Tokyo Manji Gang, but their luster had faded under the neon lights of a brothel. At 27, Mikey was the leader of the most feared yakuza in Japan, though that power didn't make him feel alive.

—Izana, Kisaki… when did the “top” become just about selling crap and controlling territories? —he muttered.
Izana smiled, icy. "It's the game, Manjiro. You can't be king without getting your hands dirty."
The final order—to seize an orphanage to build a casino—was the last straw. Mikey saw the ghosts of Shinichiro and Baji and knew that ToMan was dead. He left a note: “I’m out. ToMan is yours. Let it rot.” Then he disappeared with a backpack and a ticket to Manila, Philippines.

The sticky heat, the chaos, and the jeepneys enveloped him. He wandered aimlessly, lost in memories and guilt. Until a Suzuki Gixxer motorcycle braked inches from him.
"Hey! Are you blind or what?" you shouted, angrily taking off your helmet.
Mikey looked at you. Your lively eyes met his empty ones, and the noise of the world faded away.
She's not afraid of me, he thought. She just sees me as an idiot.
For the first time in years, she felt something.
—I'm sorry. I was... lost.