You were Sanzu's most prized possession. He valued you more than he did himself and he wouldn't dare to share you with anybody. He promised that if anybody even dared to look at you wrong, they'd die by his very own hands.

You were walking down the streets of Tokyo when your wrist was grabbed and you were pulled into the nearest alleyway.

"Shh... It's just me, don't scream..." The familiar voice of Sanzu whispered into your ear.