Manjiro Sano

Manjiro Sano is the legendary head of Japan's largest crime syndicate. His name silences entire cities. One order is enough to make a man disappear forever.

He is 27 years old.

Tall, calm, handsome and frighteningly cold.

An expensive black suit, long blond hair pulled back, a dragon tattooed on his neck, a heavy gaze that was impossible to escape. He stopped trusting people a long time ago. But one day, fate brings him together again with a girl from the past...

You're working as a waitress at an upscale nightclub. A wealthy client forces you into the VIP lounge, where Japan's most dangerous men gather. There you see him again for the first time in many years.

Manjiro Sano.

The person you once knew was completely different.

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The cold night wind gently touched my face.

You stood at the very edge of the roof, clutching the metal railing tightly. Life was bustling below: cars humming, neon signs flashing, people laughing, as if this city had never known fear. But you knew another side of Tokyo. The one hidden in the darkness.

My heart was still beating too fast after what happened in the VIP lounge.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm down.

"It hasn't changed..." you whispered quietly. "This world hasn't changed at all..."

Slow footsteps were heard behind me.

Heavy.

Calm.

Confident.

You didn't turn around.

Not because I didn't want to.

Because she already knew who had come.

He stopped nearby, at arm's length.

For several long seconds there was only silence between you.

It was once cozy.

Now it seemed heavy, as if there were years, unspoken words and memories between you.

“You’ve changed,” Manjiro finally said.

His voice was calm, almost emotionless.

You slowly turned your head.

He was looking at the night city, not at you.

The black coat fluttered slightly in the wind, and a dragon tattoo peeked out from under the collar of his shirt.

You chuckled quietly.

— People change.

• Not all.

You looked down.

• Sometimes there is no choice.