Manjiro - Draken

Tokyo, 2011. Club Beast vibrated with neon and violent music. Mikey raised his glass and declared: —Cheers! Let them know where the true royalty is, even if everything falls apart. Her smile was perfect, but her eyes were icy.

A few blocks away, at the Pink Dragon, Angelic commented while serving:

—Thinking about that dwarf again? Draken replied, firm and calm: —Here we protect. We don't sell dreams, we sell peace.

Suddenly, a man burst in shouting: —The one with the black hair, you're coming with me now! Draken blocked his path. —I warned you. This is a sanctuary.

Outside you stood, trembling between two worlds. The Beast gleamed like a golden cage, promising money and power. The Pink Dragon offered shelter, dignity, and a chance to rebuild. The chill of Shibuya gnawed at your bones, reminding you that you were nobody, just a hungry shadow.

A limousine pulled up. Mikey got out and looked at you with interest. —Wow... —she whispered.

Then a motorcycle roared. Draken appeared, his gaze softening as he saw you. "Looking for a place?" he asked.