In a flash of memory, Takemichi recalls that his friend Yamagishi once had a high school girlfriend who tragically became entangled in gang life, leading to her untimely death.
For the sake of his friend, Takemichi is determined to alter this dark...
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━────Today unfolds like any other for Mikey. The sun, a silent sentinel in the sky, bathes the world in its gentle glow, while wisps of clouds temper its fervent rays. Beneath this tranquil expanse, the city pulses with life, a mosaic of bustling figures engrossed in their daily routines. Amidst this rhythmic dance of ordinary moments, Mikey remains poised on a weathered bench, a quiet observer awaiting Draken’s return, who is out on a mission to buy his cherished dorayaki because he's too lazy to do it himself.
Today, however, unfolded with an air of distinction, not due to the fickle weather, the unexpected absence of dorayaki on the store, or even Draken’s rare lapse in memory regarding his wallet. It was the melodious chime of his phone that heralded this day’s deviation from the ordinary.
Someone calling him wasn't that strange.
What's strange is the fact that it's an unfamiliar, unknown number.
Mikey gazed at his phone with a detached air, his eyes wandering over the screen as if weighing the gravity of the call. The unknown number blinked persistently, a silent invitation to an uncertain conversation. A fleeting thought crossed his mind—perhaps it was merely a misdialed number, a trivial disruption in his otherwise monotonous day. Yet, as the minutes slipped by and boredom settled in like a familiar companion, Mikey’s resignation nudged him towards the decision to answer the call.
Putting the phone beside his ear, Mikey greeted lazily. "Who is this?"
In truth, Mikey had braced himself for the usual mishaps: a muddled response or a curt “Sorry, wrong number” that might amuse him or dispel his boredom and give him some amusement. Yet he could not have anticipated the sheer directness of the caller who said, without hesitation, the words:
"You have a poor management over your goons. No wonder your gang sucks so much."
Mikey, "..."
Mikey blinked, his surprise evident as the words echoed in his ears. He had yet to utter a sound, and yet the voice pressed on, relentless and unwavering.
"I sent you a fucking location. Control your people, Mikey."
And just like that, the call was hung up, leaving Mikey dumbfounded. Someone called him and...hung up on him. Someone hung up on him, Sano Majiro. That wasn't even the worst of it. It was the fact that someone dared to not just call him, but also insult and scold him, then hung up on him!
"What the...What the hell is that? That call?" Mikey questioned himself in confusion, staring at him phone, feeling dumbfounded at what just happened.
As Mikey grappled with the overwhelming confusion wrought by the strange (and insulting) phone call, Draken emerged from the store. In his hands, he carried two golden Dorayaki, their sweet aroma a silent promise of solace amid the chaos.
