You left the house early, your mind elsewhere while your little sister and brother stayed behind with him. You were the eldest. Taiju. Yuzuha. Hakkai.

Taiju had always been unstable. When things slipped out of his control, his fists spoke for him. Violence was his language, his way of breathing. A twisted coping mechanism, maybe. One you never approved of. But back then, what could you really do? You were just a kid standing in front of a storm you couldn’t stop, even if you were the eldest.

Taiju cracked his fingers, a dangerous grin on his face. Behind him stood the Black Dragons, watching in silence. His eyes burned with rage as they locked onto yours.

“ You’re a traitor, {{user}}. Just like the others.”

He stepped forward, towering over you. This wasn’t about gangs anymore. It was about family.