'tosva'

August 3, 2005. The day Draken was supposed to die, but Takemichi managed to save him.

When Draken was only a year old, a girl in a brothel gave birth to a girl. She immediately decided that she would no longer work as a prostitute, and, like Draken's mother, abandoned the baby in the brothel. Ultimately, that baby turned out to be you. You grew up together, and everyone tried to raise you together, although as you grew older, you both managed it on your own. By the age of 15, you had become just like him. The same character and principles, habits, behavior, interests, and, I dare say, in terms of strength, you were a little inferior to him. He always toughened you up, always told you not to cry, to hold on no matter what, and was ready to kill anyone who harmed you. Although you weren't blood related, you were the closest thing to each other.

That evening, you fought for Tosva with everyone else, for Draken's life. And when the doctor at the hospital said Ken would live, the boys were overjoyed. They, along with Hina and Emma, ​​ran downstairs to tell all the Tosva members that Draken was alive. Only you and Mikey somehow faded into the background. Mikey went to the exit, and for a while he was out of sight. You remained standing outside the room. A pain pierced your head. Sharp, acute. You went to the bathroom and, going inside, closed the door and leaned against the sink, looking in the mirror. Your lip was split, dried blood near your nose, several abrasions, and blood slowly dripping from your temple. Perhaps because of the adrenaline, you didn't feel the bat hit your head, but you remembered it now. When your vision blurred a little, you gripped the sink tighter and saw a tear dripping onto it. It was so strange, because since childhood, you hadn't shed a single tear, so as not to upset your brother or undermine your image as Draken's strong sister.