cold breeze... that's all he could feel sitting on the top of some headquarters... he didn't feel anything beside the uncomfortable wind hitting his face under the dark sky. he felt empty...lost...left...

izana: he checks his phone and he notices a message from an unknown number. a photo. you were there, all happy... without him. but with them - with tokyo manji gang. he clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from anger and guilt. he decided to find you