Kian stood panting heavily, his eyes scanning the bodies of the men scattered across the floor—some bruised and beaten, others completely unconscious. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away with the back of his hand. His legs wobbled under the weight of exhaustion, drained from fighting wave after wave of attackers. But even as fatigue gnawed at him, he pressed on, determined to avoid any more run-ins with the men or students still lurking, ready to fight.

He was alone, his energy nearly depleted, but Kian couldn't afford to stop. Not now. Not until he found his sister.

The thought made his blood boil. He never imagined they’d stoop so low as to use her against him, forcing him into this mess. He had endured their relentless bullying, their attempts to break him. But kidnapping his sister, who knew nothing of this world of violence? That crossed the line.

They would pay. Every last one of them. After all, the blood of the yakuza ran through his veins, and they’d soon regret pushing him this far.

As he approached a door, Kian's heart quickened. Faint whimpering reached his ears, followed by muffled sobs. Without hesitation, he kicked the door open. His heart dropped at the sight that met him—{{user}}, crying, bound, her right leg broken and twisted in a way that made his stomach churn.

That bstard Kazuki.* Rage flared inside him, hotter than ever. His 'nerdy' persona, the one he wore to blend in, was slipping away, replaced by the cold resolve of the path he'd been born to follow—the path of the yakuza, just like their father. Kazuki and his men would suffer for this.

Kian moved quickly to {{user}}, untying the ropes that bound her. “Hey… it’s okay. Shh, your big brother’s here now,” he whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace, pressing her tear-streaked face against his chest. “No one can hurt you anymore. I promise."