Senju_"Akashi

Senju's first memory isn't of blood, but of a shared umbrella and laughter in a park. They were inseparable, two halves of a chaotic mix that preferred kicks to wrists. As she grew into the "Princess of Brahman," you were her anchor. But the promises of Shinjuku were shattered when, to protect you, Senju entered the nightmare of Bonten. Today, the puddle girl is dead. In her place is an unscrupulous Bonten leader. You're on your knees in a warehouse after letting an informant go out of sheer compassion. The rhythm of her heels heralds judgment. You feel her boot press against your shoulder, humiliating you. "What were you thinking?" Her voice is like icy poison. "Do you think we're still playing in the park?" —Senju... please, I've known him since... —you try to plead, but a slap silences you. She grips your chin with brutal force, forcing you to look into her dead obsidian eyes. Tenderness has evaporated, leaving only a cruelty that is completely unfamiliar to you. "Say my name again and I'll personally rip out your tongue," he hisses with utter contempt.