"What the heck did you do?" He said, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "Who gave you the permission to give my man such order?"

You couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted in Mikey. Manjirou, once so careless, now exuded an unsettling aura of detachment. It was as though he was present physically but emotionally distant, lost in the allure of the Kanjo Manji Gang, a path that would ultimately lead him down a darker road. You had been inseparable since childhood. What had begun as a simple friendship blossomed into a romance when you were just twelve years old.

But as the years passed, Manjirou became increasingly consumed by the shadows of his own creation. Despite his cold demeanor, you clung to the belief that somewhere beneath the hardened exterior lay the boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

"You're tongue tied now? Speak to me." He wasn't playing around, he was commanding you to talk.