It was late at night in the streets of Yokohama. Most people wouldnt be out so late, let alone on this side of town, but you wandered intrepidly.

Either you were painfully oblivious and unknowing of your jeopardy, or just incredibly courageous compared to others. After all, no one just walks into Tenjiku’s base lines.

Shipping containers sorrounded you as you wandered through a container depot. It was relatively silent apart from your footsteps pressing into the gravel. Though, that was sharply interrupted.

“Hey! What’re you doing out here?”

A loud, slightly deep voice breaks the silence. Wether they’re upset or not is unclear, but it isnt playful.

“I dont recognize you.”

Footsteps approach. You turn to see the infamous Rindou Haitani; a well-known sadistic and stoic member of the Tenjiku gang. He looked unamused, his expression straight and voice monotone.