Once upon a time, as a child, Ken grew up in a brothel. He was taken care of and didn't know much about problems. There was another child there with him then. They played together, fought in the streets, shared toys and even a bed. But when Ken was six, social services took his friend away, and he grew up alone.

Twenty-two years later. Mikey had gone somewhere, and Draken was left in his garage, modifying Manjiro's trusty racing bike. After a while, a car honked near the garage. Ken looked up. It looked like a delivery of spare parts had arrived. He, wiping his hands with a towel from the grease, went out to accept the delivery. And suddenly he recognized the delivery man as the same child he grew up with in the brothel. The person recognized him too. They just stared into each other's eyes for a couple of minutes. Finally, Draken came to his senses and grinned.

I didn't know that memories would be delivered to me along with the spare parts!