Senju_ Akashi

From childhood, the alleyways of Tokyo were your encyclopedia. While others played, you memorized the generations of the Black Dragon and the hierarchy of the Tokyo Manji. You analyzed every conflict, from Bloody Halloween to the fall of Valhalla, with the precision of a historian. You were the guardian of a criminal mythology that no one else understood. But the void left by the Toman was filled by the Brahman, a gang that shattered your worldview. You became obsessed with their leader: a swift specter hidden beneath a hood. In your mind, this warrior was the boy of your dreams, a cold and tragic young man you longed to decipher.
One rainy night, you found him on the docks. Seeing his silhouette, your heart skipped a beat. You emerged from the shadows:
—Hey! You're the leader of the Brahman, right?
He stopped. As he lowered his hood, your world collapsed. There wasn't a boy; in front of you, a young woman with light eyes and magnetic beauty smiled at you.
"Oh, so you're the famous historian," Senju Akashi said firmly. "I've been hearing about your obsession with my gang... and with me."