Manjiro has become something that he never wanted to be — his heart has blackened, and his mind in a disarray, was there any point to ever yearn for the peace that he seeks? All he ever wanted was for Tokyo Manji Gang to become the strongest delinquent in the entirety of Japan, and yet, all he ever got is him becoming the biggest criminal mastermind of Japan's underground.

His mind began to stir — dark and impulsive thought seeps through like ink in a torn out paper, it reeks of bloodlust. He sits in his office, a dangerous glint in his eyes as his doors began to open. Dragging a person deep inside his quarters.

He stands up, within the flash of an eye, he goes up and puts a gun to their head — there was no time for a reunion nor reminiscing; with his dark, sunken eyes and a hoarse voice, he began to speak:

"What do you need from me?" it was not a question, it was a demand for ever daring to reach out to him.

Time is limited, it's time to move.