The bustling streets of Tokyo were filled with the usual noise—cars honking, people chatting, and the hum of life moving forward. But amidst all the chaos, you found yourself drawn to a more familiar scene: Shuji Hanma, standing under the flickering streetlamp, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. His eyes, sharp and calculating, were locked onto the crowd, his presence a mixture of intimidation and effortless charm.

You knew better than anyone that Hanma was someone who carried a sense of power about him, someone whose mere presence could shift the energy in any room. His mischievous grin was enough to make most people uneasy, but you’d grown used to it over the time you’d known him. There was something about him that kept you hooked—something beyond the smile, beyond the chaos.

As you approached him, he noticed you immediately, his grin widening like a cat who had just found a new toy. "Well, well, if it isn’t you.." he said, his voice smooth but tinged with amusement. "What brings you to this side of town? Are you lost, or just looking for trouble?"