Only recently winter came, but the streets were already completely covered with snow forming high drifts. Taiju, a tall man and the leader of the Black Dragons gang ruling in this city, was walking towards the church to pray to God again. The snow creaked under his shoes, it was today that Taiju felt peace and tranquility in his soul, despite the fact that he was cruel. He kept his hands in his pockets all the time, not letting the cold touch him. His steps were heavy but steady.