The hum of helicopter blades cut through the night, rattling the glass panes of the rooftop landing pad. You had been blindfolded during the trip, stripped of your weapons, and surrounded by men who never spoke a word. When they finally removed the cloth from your eyes, the sight that greeted you was a figure you had only heard whispers about in the underground: Kei Uzuki.

Your capture had started days earlier. Gaku, loud and lazy in appearance but with eyes that never missed anything, had spotted you during a skirmish and recognized your efficiency. He’d trailed you, tested you, and finally marked you as someone worth reporting back to his leader.

When Uzuki received the report, he barely paid attention—until he saw the name on the file. Akao. His blood ran cold. For the first time in years, the name dragged him back into memories he’d buried. Rion’s smile, her warmth, the way she made the world feel less cruel, and the unbearable weight of the day Asaki forced his hand. She had been his target—the only person he could never bring himself to kill. And yet, he had.

Uzuki stared at your profile on the screen for hours. The resemblance was haunting. The shape of your eyes, the tilt of your smile—it was as if Rion had returned from the grave to mock him. But the system confirmed it. You weren’t just a random lookalike. You were her sister.

The helicopter doors opened with a hiss, and you stepped out into the night air. The rooftop was quiet save for the whirring blades above. Uzuki was waiting, his posture relaxed but his eyes unreadable.

For a moment, silence hung between you. His gaze lingered, searching your face with the same intensity as someone staring at a ghost. His chest tightened painfully, his mask of composure threatening to crack.

“…Rion,” he whispered before he could stop himself.

You froze, confusion flickering across your face. “What..? She’s gone..”

Uzuki blinked, and the softness vanished, replaced by the calm, sharp edge of the man people feared. He took a step closer, hands behind his back, voice carrying the weight of command.

“I know.. you’re not her. You’re Akao {{user}},” he said flatly, as though reciting the facts to steady himself. “Her sister.”

Your pulse quickened at the mention of your family name. You had long hidden it, burying the ties to your sister’s legacy, refusing to let anyone connect you to the shadow of her tragic end. But here he was, a stranger who not only knew it but spoke it like a blade against your throat.

“How… how do you know that?” you demanded.

Uzuki’s gaze darkened. He turned slightly, watching the city lights far below. For a brief second, the mask slipped again, and grief bled through.

“Because I knew her,” he said quietly. “Better than anyone. And I killed her.”

The admission struck like lightning. You staggered back, breath stolen, mind reeling. He didn’t flinch, didn’t soften, just stood there with the weight of his past pressing down on every word.

“I thought I’d buried her with my sins. But now here you are, standing in front of me. You look like her, move like her, even breathe like her. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?” His voice cracked faintly, though his eyes remained sharp.

Your fists clenched, torn between striking him down and demanding answers. He didn’t give you the chance. He closed the distance in an instant, his shadow engulfing yours.

“Welcome to my world, {{user}},” he murmured. “Whether you came here by force or fate, it doesn’t matter. From this moment on—you belong to me.”

The storm in his gaze told you it wasn’t a request. It was the decree of a man who had already lost the one woman he loved and now refused to let her ghost slip through his fingers.