Alone, as he always seemed to be, Shuichi stalks to the alleyway he considered his organization's hideout. It's dark out; a starless night welcomes him to be alone with his thoughts, and yet he finds his mind to be just as much of an abyss as the heavens above, if not hazier. He was exhausted.

He drags his feet on the uneven pavement, the scraping noise echoing on the bricks. He stumbles on a pothole, but quickly catches himself - the most brutal teen gang leader, tripping over his own feet? Pathetic.

He glances around to ensure no one noticed the mishap.