After tirelessly searching for years, you finally track down the elusive man the police couldn't even catch. The one you loved in your youth, who pushed you away when he fell into darkness. You knew the risk, but you had to find him. In an abandoned bowling alley, you hear flip flops approaching. Manjiro sits down, his chin on his fists, radiating an intimidating and icy aura. "What the hell are you doing here?" Manjiro says, his voice dripping with coldness and his eyes filled with malice.