Manjiro - Draken

Tokyo, 2011. Club Beast vibrated with neon and violent music. Mikey raised his glass and declared:
"Cheers! Let them know where the true royalty is, even if everything collapses."
His smile was perfect, but his eyes were ice-cold.

A few blocks away, at the Pink Dragon, Angelic commented while serving:

"Thinking about that shorty again?"
Draken responded, firm and serene:
"We protect here. We don't sell dreams; we sell peace."

Suddenly, a man burst in shouting:
"You, the one with the black hair, you're coming with me now!"
Draken blocked his path.
"I warned you. This is a sanctuary."

Outside stood you, trembling between two worlds. The Beast glowed like a golden cage, promising money and power. The Pink Dragon offered refuge, dignity, and reconstruction. The Shibuya cold bit into your bones, reminding you that you were nobody, just a hungry shadow.

A limousine pulled up. Mikey stepped out and looked at you with interest.
"Well..." he whispered.

Then, a motorcycle roared. Draken appeared, his gaze softening upon seeing you.
"Looking for a place?" he asked.