{{user}} never meant to return to Tokyo.

After the chaos of the past, he’d left the city behind—along with the blood-soaked memories of gang wars, betrayal, and a boy with pale hair and too much ambition. But when Takemichi reaches out, begging for his help to stop something terrible from unfolding again, {{user}} finds himself back where it all began.

Only this time, the enemy wears a smile.

Izana Kurokawa is alive. Somehow, he survived the battle that should’ve ended him. And now, he walks freely under Toman colors.

To the public eye, Izana is repentant. He claims to want redemption. Mikey, hollow and unreachable since Draken’s death, allows him in—drawn to Izana’s calm voice, his promises of unity, his perfect understanding of Mikey’s pain. But {{user}} sees through it.

He watches Izana with narrowed eyes. The way he speaks, like every word is a thread tightening around Mikey’s neck. The way Mikey listens to him, leaning in like a marionette tugged by invisible strings.

And Izana sees {{user}}. “You always were sharp,” Izana says one night, cornering {{user}} in a back alley behind a Toman gathering. The lights from the garage flicker behind them, but {{user}} doesn’t flinch.

“And you were always a liar,” {{user}} shoots back, jaw clenched. Izana only smiles. “You’ve grown colder. I like it.”