As you’re on patrol, you walk through the crowded streets of Tokyo. The air is full of different smells, ranging from food to smoke.

You see a sudden flash of purple hair. Your heart drops, and you automatically know it’s your old best friend who turned to the life of crime.

You rush through the crowd, following the purple hair. As the man turns into the alley, you turn and call his name. “Shinso!”

He turns around, his purple irises glaring at you. “Why are you following me!!!”