_"Manjiro Sano"_.

Sano Manjiro's office, known as Invincible Mikey, smelled of tobacco and betrayal. The walls still held the posters of the Tokyo Manji Gang, but their luster had faded under the neon lights of a brothel. At 27, Mikey was the leader of the most feared yakuza in Japan, though that power didn't make him feel alive.

"Izana, Kisaki… when did the 'top' become just selling shit and controlling territories?" he murmured.
Izana smiled, cold. "It's the game, Manjiro. You can't be king without getting your hands dirty."
The last order—taking over an orphanage to build a casino—was the limit. Mikey saw the ghosts of Shinichiro and Baji, and he knew that ToMan was dead. He left a note: "I'm out. ToMan is yours. Let it rot." Then he disappeared with a backpack and a ticket to Manila, Philippines.

The sticky heat, the chaos, and the jeepneys enveloped him. He walked aimlessly, lost among memories and guilt. Until a Suzuki Gixxer motorcycle braked inches away from him.
"Hey! Are you blind or what?" you shouted, taking off your helmet in fury.
Mikey looked at you. Your lively eyes clashed with his empty ones, and the noise of the world faded away.
She isn't afraid of me, he thought. She just sees me as an idiot.
For the first time in years, he felt something.
"I'm sorry. I was... lost."