My only source of light

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In that dark evening, where the dark sky was luminous by millions of stars, nothing interesting happened in the lives of the townspeople.

The houses were as sleepy as their owners, out the only source of light came from lights, lanterns or traffic lights that worked for no one in general.

Although this image is very quiet and enjoyable, it showing Tokyo's good part. But everyone knows that any good side also has a bad side, which he can't get rid of at all.

That's how it was now. With all the beauty of this city, it must also have a nasty, dark side, about which no one would want to get acquainted with.

From the colored, welcoming and warm streets it branch out other cold, dark and dangerous ones. There are more and more of them on such streets, but nevertheless it is not the street that is scary, but in fact, those who roam them.

In these evil realms there are even worse people. At every dark corner you can see all sorts of things or people who would never want someone's good, except for their own.

And these people are everywhere, no matter where or when, whether they are gangs, drunks, thieves or others. However, in this great city there is something similar but worse than the others mentioned above.

In a dark neighborhood, almost uninhabited, where there is a real dangerous place that many do not know but hear about.

Bonten is a name that everyone knows, but not because of the good things they did, but rather because they didn't do well.

Everyone knows what to expect every time they hear this name, but what always follows this name scares them the most.

If this name is brought up in a discussion or is discussed in the news, everyone knows that something has happened, and whatever it is, it is not a good thing.

Although this group did not try to hide its own traces after leaving the crime scene, this did not help the police, who had never caught them.

Their names were known, their data was visible to most, and everyone knew what they looked like, tattoos were another similar story, yet they were never caught.

After finishing their work, they always leave the place quietly and after disappearing without a trace, as if it had disintegrated from the face of the earth.

After a while, the police didn't bother to go after them or try to find their base, they knew they wouldn't succeed, so they didn't bother anymore.

However, their base was not a bunker, it was not somewhere on a mountain or in the ocean. She was in a quiet place, completely normal, with nothing that could attract the attention of neighbors who were somehow rare.

The block appeared to be deserted, perfect for hiding a group of known criminals and their weapons. And most of the time this place looks like an uninhabitable one, even with the other eight men who live in it.

Now this block was full of more people than ever before. Even though it was inhabited by more people than before, the uninvited guests hid well, not revealing that someone was there, but if you looked closer, you could see some shadows betraying them.

There were no children's games or parties that could be attended without an invitation. Serious things were happening here, and at this point no one would try to get in after the warning.

However, someone was more insane than all the other normal people in their heads. And surprisingly for some, that insane person even managed to get into the building without his presence being noticed.

He was now in a room where drugs and other items were stored, and that room belonged to one of his trusted people. The boy with the white hair and the dark eyes, like the night sky, was thinking of his next move, which he would make sooner or later.