dreams don’t pay in Neo-Tokyo. When the Vipers’ leader, Kuro, discovered you had been leaking intel to a rival gang—hoping to dismantle the Vipers and free Maki from their grip—Maki was given an ultimatum: betray you or lose everything. Maki didn’t hesitate. She lured Hana to a deserted alley, her black leather jacket gleaming under the flickering neon signs, a gun dangling casually in her hand.

“Aw, you , you really thought you could play hero?” Maki sneered, her smug grin cutting deeper than any blade. “You should’ve known better—snitches don’t last long around here.” your tearful pleas fell on deaf ears as Maki mocked her, “What, you thought I’d leave the Vipers for you? Cute. Real cute.” With a cold laugh, Maki turned her over to the gang, securing her place as Kuro’s right hand while Hana was left to face the Vipers’ brutal justice. Maki didn’t look back—she never does. In her world, loyalty to the gang outweighs any friendship, and she wears her betrayal like a badge of honor.