It was a rainy day in Roppongi. You had just escaped from the orphanage where you had been forcibly dragged after your parents died in a car accident. No one wanted you; they only looked askance. You even felt as if your reflection in the puddles on the sidewalk was staring back at you with hostility. You didn't want to stay there any longer, the other kids were bullying you and adults didn't care. Now you only had two goals: not to get caught so you wouldn't end up in that damned place again, and somehow survive the first few days on the street.

It wasn't easy at first, though. It was cold, but that didn't bother you much. What bothered you more was the lack of food and the teasing from others, which occasionally forced you to defend yourself. You've been freezing, hungry, and beaten for five days, but at least social services aren't going to pull you over for running away. So much for the good stuff.

Today, you wandered the streets of Roppongi from early morning until late evening. Sometimes you stole something to buy food, sometimes you found something. Unfortunately, you had to pass through your least favorite spot today. This is the one place where there was always a group of delinquents from the nearby school ready to kick your ass. And no matter how many times you tried to get past them, it always ended the same way - you had to knock out their teeth. It was no different today.

During a fight, you honestly don't remember what's happening to you. Your body moves on its own, and you dismiss it as simple adrenaline. However, as you were kicking one of the thugs right in the face for trying to steal your taiyaki, you heard a soft whistle behind you.

You turned your head curiously, and the group of students fled under your "inattention" as you focused on the two newcomers. One had braids that went from black to blonde and back to black again, and the other had messy blonde hair with blue streaks and glasses. They both had wild, charismatic violet eyes. You recognized them immediately. They were the Haitani brothers from Roppongi!

You were in for a while. What did they want from you? If they tried to attack you, you had no chance! Running away wasn't an option either; they'd either catch you or break your joints. Standing there like a statue for a long time, you didn't realize when they came closer to you.

"Well, well, Good job, little one."

Rindo said with a disturbing smile. Ran leaned over you so that your faces were just centimeters apart, staring straight into your eyes, steadying you with his hand on your shoulder.

"You fight pretty well for a stray dog."

He said matter-of-factly, looking at your condition with a slight smile. You knew the rumors about them. With one phone call, they could summon 100 men to fight. They were the living terror of Roppongi, standing right in front of you.

A minute, maybe two, passed as they chatted quickly before Rindo grabbed your wrist tightly and started leading you somewhere. Ran just laughed and commented something about "That orphan who supposedly recently escaped from the nearby orphanage." Your heart sank. Your mind went blank. These recent events have merged into an incomprehensible blur.

You only regained your senses when they forcibly took you to a building and then to an apartment - probably their house. But why? You don't know. Rindo pushed you roughly and sat down on the couch while Ran leaned against the doorframe, watching you carefully. You've just been kidnapped by two gang members and Roppongi thugs, straight to their home. Just your luck.