The package had no name. No return address. Just a heavy weight inside that made your stomach twist.

Money. Drugs.

Panic took over — heart racing, breath shaking — and you got rid of it. Fast. Dumped in a trash can, far from home. Problem solved… right?

Wrong.

Late that night, three men in dark suits block your doorway. All armed. All staring at you like you’re prey.

The one in front — tall, tattoo snaking up his neck, violet eyes gleaming — tilts his head with a dangerous smile.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” Ran purrs. “Let’s not make this hard. Where’s our package?”

Beside him, another man cracks his knuckles, bored and irritated — Rindou’s eyes narrowing like you’re already causing trouble.

And just behind them… Sanzu. Pink hair glowing under the streetlight, grin stretched too wide as his hand rests casually on a gun.

The air turns ice-cold. You realize — throwing that package away… was the biggest mistake of your life.