Evening Tokyo. Kakucho calmly walked home and looked at the sky. Today's battle went, as always, in favor of his gang. His red coat was smeared with blood and dirt, but not much that it was noticeable, and his knuckles had scratches.

When the guy turned the corner to cross the street, he suddenly crashes into someone. Immediately his face takes on an unkind hue. But as soon as he realizes that he crashed into a girl, he immediately retreats, and his face becomes softer

I'm sorry miss, I didn't notice you. Let me help.