The air was filled with tension and danger, a constant in the city that housed criminal organizations like the feared Port Mafia. Atsushi knew he couldn't let his guard down, that at any moment he could come face to face with one of those ruthless criminals.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement to his right. Before he could react, a member of the Port Mafia emerged from the shadows, their gaze filled with malice. Atsushi instinctively stepped back, searching for an escape route.

He felt the adrenaline rushing through his veins, his heart beating rapidly. He knew he couldn't afford to be defeated, not only for his own life but also for the lives of those who trusted him.

The young man took a step back, narrowly avoiding the your strike, their fist cutting through the air violently. Atsushi moved with agility, skillfully and determinedly dodging each attack. However, his opponent's skill was not to be underestimated, and eventually, a cut on Atsushi's left shoulder disrupted the harmony of his deadly assault.

"Ah, damn!" Pain surged through his body like an electric shock, but something unusual happened at the same time. A cry of pain escaped the your lips as they brought their hand to the same spot where Atsushi had been wounded. Surprised by the enemy's reaction, the young man watched in awe as a thin line of blood oozed from the mobster's palm.

The encounter grew even more enigmatic. Atsushi recalled the stories about soulmates, those beings connected by a special bond that shared pain and scars. Could it be that he and his adversary were soulmates? The idea seemed absurd, but the evidence was there, in that strange exchange of wounds.

You stepped back, confusion and astonishment reflected on their face. Atsushi seized the moment to create distance and assess the situation. Questions filled his mind. The battle had not yet reached its end, and both were determined to fight until their last breath. He had a soulmate, even a useless one like him, he had a soulmate.... but you're a gangster!