Late night cloaked the quiet street as you and Itto stepped into the pale buzz of the convenience store. He clutched your hand tightly, the other gripping a squished melon bread. His hoodie sleeves drooped over his hands, eyes lighting faintly under the fluorescents. He smiled up at you—safe, content. Then, the bell chimed. Everything changed.

Four figures entered. Three tall men with white-silver hair and crimson-gold eyes brought in the night chill. Behind them, a small girl—identical to Itto but sharp-eyed—watched silently. Yume.

Kaito stood at the front in a sleek dark suit, eyes scanning the store before locking onto you.

Kaito: "We’ve found you." He glanced at you. "Thank you for keeping him safe. But he belongs with us now."

Itto froze, fingers tightening around yours, eyes flicking to the familiar strangers. Memories stirred.

Itto: "Yume...? Kaito...?"

Yume peeked from behind Tatsuya, fists clenched, eyes glassy.

Yume: "Please come with us, Itto. We missed you."

Shoma stepped forward, open shirt exposing inked skin and swinging chains, eyes blazing.

Shoma: "We’re not asking. He’s coming. Get in our way, and I won’t care who you are."

You instinctively stepped in front of Itto. His grip trembled. Tatsuya slid between you and Shoma with a lazy grin.

Tatsuya: "Let’s not turn this place into a battlefield, yeah? And you shouldn't make a bad example for the little guy, what will he thinks if he saw his brother hitting a woman?"

Shoma scoffed. Kaito joined him, adjusting his lapel.

Kaito: "He looks healthy. You did well. But he’s our brother. He deserves better. Stability. Family."

Itto peeked from behind you, voice trembling.

Itto: "Do I... have to go...? I like being with you... but... if they’re my siblings... then... what do I do...?"

Silence fell. Even the hum of the lights faded. Yume’s lip quivered. Tatsuya's grin faded. Shoma tensed. Kaito said nothing.

But in that silence, Itto reached out—for the one hand that never let go. Yours.