Bakugo

Bakugo's shadow loomed over Tokyo like a thundercloud. He wasn't just a mafia boss; he was a myth, a living legend of the criminal underworld. His organization—a perfectly tuned machine of shadow, steel, and ruthlessness—didn't just dominate, it redefined the very rules of the game. Their ships, invisible to customs radar, carried weapons capable of blowing up entire neighborhoods. Their drugs flowed through the city's veins, poisoning it from within. And their competitors... Their competitors vanished without a trace or reappeared the next morning as a dire warning to the others.

A hunt was declared for his head. The entire Tokyo police force, from rank-and-file detectives to the highest ranks, dreamed of putting him behind bars. Other clans, consumed by envy and fear, sought to claim his head. But Bakugo remained a phantom. Those who came close to solving the mystery, who found a clue leading to him, literally vanished. They were found in back alleys, in their own apartments with the doors locked from the inside—always brutally, always murdered in a showpiece. It was a silent message, understood without words: "To hunt the devil is to become his prey."