You were Jouno’s younger sibling. You’d gone missing several year ago. No matter how hard your family searched, they could find you. Were you kidnapped? Ran away? Dead? There hasn’t heard a word…

In a battle between the Hunting Dogs and Port Mafia, Juno heard familiar footsteps. You were refusing to speak during the battle, knowing your older brother was blind and would have a harder time recognizing you if he couldn’t hear your voice, but he could recognize your footsteps anywhere.

Jouno’s expression hardened as he realized what was happening. He’d never wanted you to be on the opposite side of the law. His entire reason to be a Hunting Dog was to protect civilians, and you were the exact opposite as a member of the Port Mafia. Your older brother turned to you as he reluctantly grabbed the hilt of his sword.