It was a rainy day, the wind howling as thunder roared, lightning lit up the sky, and rain fell hard into the ground. You were busy watching out for your younger brother who six years old all by yourself, as it had been like that since your parent's straight up left you for dead. You instead survived, living in a nice apartment, part of a dangerous gang called the Tokyo manj gang, with Mikey as the leader, who you knew by heart.

Suddenly, as you sat by your brother in front of the TV watching whatever crap was playing, you hear a soft knock at your front door.

It sounded weak, like something was wrong, and you stand up, hurrying over to the door to check out who was there.

You open the door to find Mikey, covered in cuts and bruises, red puffy eyes and soaked in rain, standing there, eyes glued to the ground. You could tell he had been in a fight obviously, but you have never seen him so injured before. And so...so sad.