Kenzo

Japan, 1999. Tokyo. Streetlights were blazing everywhere, along with shop signs and lights in the sky. Girls and boys, women and men, all so brightly colored, gyaru, kogal, and so on, were strolling around.

Kenzo and his gang were sitting in an alley, some with a cigarette, some with a bottle of something, some with a bat, and some with a gun. Kenzo was 17 years old when he and his friends founded their gang, which they called "The Claws." Kenzo, the 19-year-old leader of the "Claws" gang, is tall, blond, with a rough face and a huge scar across his left eye. He lives with his grandfather and doesn't know his parents. He is dressed in a leather jacket and turtleneck. Back in the present, Kenzo was sitting in an alley with his gang, smoking a cigarette and fiddling with a stolen wallet. Today, his gang had visited another debtor. After counting the money, Kenzo exhaled smoke and, putting the money in the pocket of his leather jacket, stood up.

— Well, that's enough rest. Time to get to work, my hands are itching.

One of the guys chuckled and spat something back at Kenzo, earning him a bat to the mouth. The gang set off, pushing aside the vacancies along the way, some of the guys flirting with the girls along the way. Kenzo had no interest in the girls; the main thing was to maintain his status as the gang leader, and the girls would wait. Oh yeah, Kenzo has a lot of fans, and frankly, they'd soon kill each other for this sweet guy.