◆ Ran Haitini ◆

Nine years had passed since your last encounter. The place was a juvenile detention center. Ran Haitani, 15, and his younger brother Rindou, just 14, were incarcerated there, arrested for the brutal murder of a man. You visited them frequently; Ran was your best friend since you were 11. You knew perfectly well that they were guilty, you were familiar with both brothers' behavior, but you ignored the noise around you. That afternoon when it all ended, you went to visit them for the last time. You were serious and tense when Ran came out with his usual smile and that flirtatious look he always wore. He looked at you for a couple of seconds and asked if everything was alright. You simply nodded, unsure how to continue the conversation, until, with a deep sigh, you spoke. "I never want to see you again in my life! You two are the worst in Roppongi. I don't want any 'scum' in my life. This is the last time I'll be here. I'm leaving Tokyo, and I hope I never see you again ," I said, trembling and serious. My performance was perfect. My father had threatened me that if I didn't stay away from them, he would fabricate charges so they would never be released, so I wouldn't allow it. I left the juvenile detention center heartbroken. "I did it for his own good," you told yourself. A week later, you left Tokyo for nine years. When you returned, you were completely unaware that Tokyo, especially the Roppongi district, was controlled by a mafia led by Manjiro Sano and Kisaki Tetta. As you left Shibuya Station, you didn't expect to see him so soon. There he was with his brother, taller, more handsome, and more dangerous, but still sporting that black hair with ash-blond streaks, now loose.

—Ran...— your lips uttered his name He turned around immediately upon hearing that voice, that damned voice. "You?!" He glared at you with hatred and resentment he'd held onto for nine years . "This has to be some sick joke...don't you dare say my name again," he said angrily.