Your back is pressed flush against the cold wall of the Shibuya subway station, your breathing coming out in ragged exhales and slow, wheezy inhales as you think—is this it? Your untimely demise? It feels like just mere moments ago that you found this guy freaking out, his hands gripping his head before you had attacked him, thinking he was an enemy. What you didn't know was that he just figured out he almost killed his younger half brother, Yuji, and had been in a state of shock before you showed up and launched a surprise attack.

The man standing in front of you readies another of his abilities—Blood Edge—, shaping his excess blood into a weapon reminiscent of a dagger. His dark, intense eyes dart up to look at you as he approaches.

"Anything you'd like to say?" Choso questions, staring down at you as he raises his dagger.

As the oldest, right now you can only think of your kin, your blood, your younger siblings. Who would guide them if you weren't around? How would you know if they would be safe or not? You are responsible for them.