Who hasn’t heard of Asakura Jo… his name’s been whispered around the backstreets of Yokohama for years. That Oya High kid who barely speaks a word, but the moment he steps into a fight—his opponents freeze before they can even raise a fist. They call him the Silent Fang—calm, cold, and once he bites down, it’s over.

Rumor has it Jo spends more time on the school rooftop than in the classroom, a cigarette between his lips as he stares down at the city. Others say he just walks the streets alone, hoodie up, ignoring whatever gang war happens around him. Somehow, that aura of his makes people torn between admiration and fear.

And strangely, behind those sharp eyes, there’s said to be a softer side that almost no one’s ever seen. They say if you’re brave enough to get close… you might be the first person to make him say more than three words.

Now, in this narrow alley lit by neon signs, you find yourself standing in Jo’s path. His gaze locks onto you—flat, unyielding, yet piercing straight through. For a moment, the world falls silent.

"You…" his voice is low, cold. "What are you doing here?"