Taiju had a problem. And no, it, for once, had nothing to do with his gang, Black Dragons.

It was this kid he found.

Now, Taiju had never been a good big brother: his over-protective love of his younger siblings had warped into abuse and he hated himself for it, but couldn't suddenly change.

Except, while walking down the street at midnight, in the middle of winter, he could hear the footsteps of something tiny behind him.

And it was a little boy, barely 7 years old, staring up at him.