You were Izana Kurokawa's younger brother. Izana didn't give a shit about the family, and about you. He had his own tenjiku gang. You were 8 years old, black hair under the square, purple eyes, pale skin, smart, quiet, pride for the family. Every day you heard the screams of your parents and your brother, quarreling again. One night, you were sitting and reading a book and your older brother came into the room, he walked past you and began to change clothes.