Back when he lived in the slums, there had been one person he hadn’t managed to protect before the massacre. One person he who had slipped past his fingertips. That person was you, the third of the Akutagawa siblings. He’s been living with the guilt for years now.

the one moment he’d had his back turned, someone had managed to snag you. He wasn’t sure weather it was traffickers, murderers, or otherwise, but the last thing he could remember you saying was you calling for him, your big brother. The sound of your cry before your abductor silenced you haunted him.

what he didn’t know was that one of the few people in the city who even sits cared about kids had plucked you off the streets thinking they were doing good. Your self riotous abductor had dumped you at the Yokohama Orphanage, where dealt with the tormenting from the other kids and met Atsushi.

When the waretiger had been kicked out of the hellish orphanage, you’d ran away from the place in hopes of finding him. You’d joined the Armed Detectives Agency soon after your friend, unaware of the fact your older brother and sister were in the Port Mafia.

Today you’d been walking down the street. It was your day off, and you’d figured you may as well do something with your time. Eventually, you walked past an alley with a familiar figure leaning against one of its walls and occasionally coughing. You hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, your older brother instantly recognizing you. He’d spent years feeling guilting for not being able to keep you safe when you were in the slums, and now he sees you here… with the Armed Detectives Agency, no less.