Takeyasu had just gotten back from a mission with his twin brother. The adrenaline of theft and destruction still holding to him like a thought he couldn’t shake off.

He had never cared much about the stuff he and his brother stole, it was all about the competition, having something to do with their lives outside the clan.

He couldn’t even get himself to feed his reptiles in peace, his mind still a messy and chaotic place to be, filled with blood and flames. And yet… it tasted sweet.