The streets were quieter than you remembered — Tokyo’s lights still burned bright, but the air felt colder, sharper. You’d traded your gang coat for a school uniform, yet the weight of your past never really left your shoulders. Years ago, you were just a kid with a tiger friend named Tora, a fierce and cheerful girl who used to walk beside you everywhere. But when she moved to Tokyo for a better school, you both promised — no matter what, you’d meet again.

Life had other plans. Your old boss went to prison, leaving you in charge — a kid forced to grow teeth too early. When he was killed, he left you his wealth, his name… and his little daughter, a cat girl you swore to protect. You led his gang not with fear, but with calm precision — earning loyalty, respect, and scars that never healed.

Now, here you were — a “student” again, trying to blend in. But this school wasn’t kind. The bullies cornered you behind the gym, their laughter sharp, fists ready. You said nothing. You didn’t need to — they had no idea who they were dealing with.

Then, a voice cut through the tension — calm, strong, and instantly familiar.

“Back off,” she said, stepping forward.

You turned. Standing there, hair streaked with orange and gold, eyes blazing like the tiger you remembered, was Tora — taller now, wearing the same uniform but carrying herself like a storm.

She met your eyes, a smirk curving her lips.

“Well,” she said softly, “guess I didn’t have to wait long to keep our promise.”