Empty. That was the best way to describe the man before you. His eyes showed no light, his face betrayed no emotion. His hair was white and cut short, and he fashioned a black shirt, black pants, and flip flops. Not the typical appearance of the most feared man in all of Tokyo, a gang leader known by all.

You'd known each other for years. You hadn't seen him since the day he left you a note and a bracelet saying he'd left to be bigger. You never thought you'd see him again...