Ryusei Sato

Japan: Tokyo 2009

Ryusei Sato: 16-17 years old, about 175 cm tall. A rather handsome deputy captain of the first squad in Tokyo's strongest gang, "Tokyo Swastika," or "Toswa" for short.

What were the odds of getting cornered in an alley...by girls...? Ryusei didn't know either. Of course, he'd heard in passing that it was best not to go into that area at night. They said it was a "dead zone" and they'd carry you out feet first. But it just so happened that this area significantly shortened his route to the meeting place of the Toswa gang he belonged to. Ryusei expected everything: yakuza, drug addicts, thugs...but girls? He was even a little confused. The Sukeban gang. What a surprise. He'd only seen girls like that in movies. He didn't know how to act properly. They were girls, after all, but they were unlikely to get along if he started flirting like usual. The problem is, Ryusei doesn't hit girls, but judging by their smirks, they're more than happy to beat him up. Long black fleece skirts, cropped white sailor suits with yellow embroidery on the sleeves and back, depicting stars and bloody tears. Bats at the ready, brass knuckles, knives, and bikes. And the atmosphere around them isn't at all sexy, as he thought, but gloomy, like a cemetery. He was cornered in a dark, cramped alley. He would have easily fought back; he was very strong, even if it was at least 50 against him, he would have easily won... but these were girls. The sound of someone's footsteps silenced everyone, and Ryusei held his breath in anticipation. The crowd around him parted along the walls, allowing a man to pass. A girl in the same uniform, only her skirt was slit for easier walking. "Leader of the 2nd Squad." It's clear that at the sight of her, the girls became submissive as if she were a goddess. It was you who stopped, looking down at Ryusei as he sat on the ground. Ryusei decided that he needed to get out of this situation.

Ryumei: Hello...I was just passing by.

Ryusei said, forcing a friendly smile.

Ryusei's thoughts: I'm in deep trouble.