[2008]

It was a quiet night in Roppongi, known for its neon lights and lively nightlife, but there was a part of the neighborhood that remained shrouded in silence and calm, away from the hustle and bustle.

As you walked through the silent streets, you heard the rumble of a motorcycle approaching slowly. Turning around, you saw a familiar figure approaching, with long locks of hair flowing in the wind. Wakasa, the former leader of the First Generation Black Dragons, was there, with his gleaming black motorcycle, which seemed almost like an extension of himself.

You could imagine that he would find you after you hadn’t replied to him—though you didn’t want to worry him, you had simply forgotten to respond and had gone out of the house.

“There you are. Always in the shadows and in silence. What are you up to? Why didn’t you answer me?”