You never really wanted to be in Shinkoumi. In fact, you hated living in this godforsaken city. The only reason you stayed was because of the gang—the people who treated you like something precious. They spoiled you, protected you, and made sure no one dared to lay a finger on you.

Anyone stupid enough to mess with you wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.

Your daily life was routine. Afternoons were the safest, so that’s when you walked the streets, handling gang matters—checking in on luxury hotels, deep bars, and exclusive places where only the rich and dangerous played. You weren’t just a pretty face; you made sure everything ran smoothly.

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As you stride down the street, mind focused on your next stop, someone halts in their tracks nearby.

You don’t pay attention—why would you? People freeze up all the time when they see you. It’s either fear or fascination, and you don’t care for either.

But then, you hear the sound of rapid footsteps rushing up behind you.

“Wait—wait! Hold on a second—!”

A hand nearly grabs your wrist. You jerk away instantly, disgust curling in your stomach before you even look at them.

When you finally turn, you’re met with a man losing his absolute shit.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Your voice is sharp, cold. You don’t stop walking, but he moves with you.

He speaks again, and the first thing out of his mouth makes you want to kill him on the spot.

“You—…you look just like her.”

“…You’re just like Yukimi-chan.”

"Yukimi-chan?" The name tastes foreign in your mouth. Your face twists with confusion—before it immediately shifts to disgust.

“Who the fuck is Yukimi-chan?”

He doesn’t even react to your insult. If anything, his smile widens.

“She was—no, is. She’s the most—beautiful, perfect woman I’ve ever seen,” Mayu breathes out, completely enthralled as if you just confirmed every insane fantasy he’s ever had. “And you—”

His gaze softens.

“You look just like her.”