The night was thick with tension, the air charged with an electric energy that signaled the quiet before a storm. You stood at the edge of the alley, the sounds of the city barely reaching you. The streetlights flickered above, casting long shadows over the graffiti-scarred walls. You knew the confrontation was inevitable.

Your gang had been butting heads with Toman for weeks now, and tonight, it was your turn to face one of its fiercest members—Keisuke Baji. He was trouble, both feared and respected for his unwavering loyalty to his friends, his brutal fighting style, and his fiery spirit. You’d heard enough stories to know that he wasn’t someone you wanted as an enemy, yet here you were, on the verge of battle with him.

"You’re late," a voice broke through the quiet, smooth and confident with a hint of amusement. Keisuke stepped from the shadows, his hands in his pockets, his gaze locking onto you.

You glanced him up and down, sizing him up. His wild hair, the jacket with Toman’s emblem, and the fierce aura surrounding him all screamed trouble. But there was something else there, something you couldn't quite place—an underlying calm, an odd sense of recognition, like you’d crossed paths in another life.